In the shadowed field where warriors tread,
The echoes of conflict linger in the air.
Each step a memory, each breath a plea,
For the soul’s respite and the heart’s repair.

Amidst the clash of steel and cries of despair,
Lies a silent wish for a dawn untainted.
Where hands once armed can gently hold,
And dreams of peace are no longer painted.

The sky bears witness to the turmoil below,
Yet whispers of peace weave through the night.
A promise of calm in the storm’s embrace,
Guiding us toward the morning’s light.

So let the drums of war find rest,
As hearts unite in harmony’s call.
For in the quiet, where peace resides,
We find the strength to rise above it all.