In the shadow of the rising sun,
Brave souls march to the relentless drum,
Echoes of valor fill the morning air,
As dreams of peace become rare.

Amidst the smoke and fiery blaze,
Heartbeats race in timeless haze,
A soldier’s cry cuts through the night,
Seeking solace in the fading light.

The earth trembles with each fall,
As memories of home softly call,
In trenches deep, stories unfold,
Of battles fought and heroes bold.

Yet in the quiet, hope begins to rise,
Through weary eyes and endless skies,
A prayer for peace, a silent plea,
For a world where all are free.