In fields where silence once reigned,
Echoes of battle cry out in vain.
Shattered dreams lie in the dust,
Whispering tales of forgotten trust.
Beneath the sky, a cloak of gray,
Soldiers march with hearts astray.
In their eyes, the fire burns,
Yet to the earth, each one returns.
The shadows dance with fleeting grace,
In war’s cruel, relentless embrace.
Yet in the dark, a glimmer shines,
Hope endures through battle lines.
When the dawn breaks, a new day born,
The scars remain, forever worn.
Yet peace may rise on wings of dove,
Healing hearts with gentle love.