In the morning’s gentle whisper, they stand tall and brave,
With every heartbeat echoing, a silent vow they gave.
Beneath the rising sun, their shadows stretch and grow,
Marching through the fields where wildflowers bloom and flow.

The distant drums are calling, a rhythm strong and true,
Each step a story written, in footsteps old and new.
Their eyes hold ancient tales, of battles fought and won,
In the quiet of the night, when all is said and done.

As twilight softly gathers, painting skies with grace,
They walk with ghosts beside them, in this sacred space.
The stars above bear witness, to courage unconfined,
And in the stillness, whispers of peace they seek to find.

For every soldier’s journey, a path of honor laid,
Carved by hands of history, where sacrifice is weighed.
In the heart of every hero, a song of hope resounds,
Echoes of valor linger, where the spirit unbounds.