Hunger in the Market

[Intro] In a sunlit market town, a lone monkey sits on a stone, A pen in his grip, he scribbles coins of what he's sown. [Verse 1] I’m hungry, I’m hungry, the cry cuts through the square, Gathered hands, murmurs rise, the crowd’s a waking prayer. He stamps the coins with effort, the ink runs like a thread, Metal and fruit and story spun from hunger in his head. [Pre-Chorus] Owners and vendors glance, as the hunger paints the scene, A moment frozen in the market, where worries wear a crown of green. [Chorus] I’m hungry, I’m hungry, hear the shout across the stalls, Call of the hungry hearts, breaking through the market walls. I’m hungry, I’m hungry, let the coins sing for a bite, Let the voice of need be heard, in the sun’s forgiving light. [Verse 2] The crowd turns soft and louder, as echoes weave through the air, Hands extend in quiet mercy, the monkey’s pen lays bare. He writes not just for coin, but for a simple, open meal, For dignity in hunger’s face, a future that feels real. [Pre-Chorus] The market breathes together, stories stitched in every sound, A chorus grows from one voice, till many voices abound. [Chorus] I’m hungry, I’m hungry, hear the shout across the stalls, Call of the hungry hearts, breaking through the market walls. I’m hungry, I’m hungry, let the coins sing for a bite, Let the voice of need be heard, in the sun’s forgiving light. [Bridge] Maybe the pen becomes a bridge, between want and what is due, A small act, a shared meal, a promise made anew. [Chorus] I’m hungry, I’m hungry, hear the shout across the stalls, Call of the hungry hearts, breaking through the market walls. I’m hungry, I’m hungry, let the coins sing for a bite, Let the voice of need be heard, in the sun’s forgiving light. [Outro] On the stone the pen rests, coins gleam in the dusty sun, In a market’s chorus, hunger speaks and is begun.