In the silence of a shattered land,
Where shadows stretch and memories stand,
The echoes of war whisper through the trees,
A haunting song on the evening breeze.

Heroes fell in fields once green,
Their dreams lost in the battle’s keen,
A mother’s tear, a lover’s sigh,
Underneath the war-torn sky.

The drums of fate beat ever loud,
Beneath the shroud, a hopeful crowd,
For peace to rise from ash and dust,
And heal the wounds of broken trust.

Yet in the hearts of those who fight,
A flicker of eternal light,
For freedom’s call, they bravely soar,
In the echoes of a world at war.