In the silence before dawn’s first light,
Soldiers stand, hearts heavy with fright.
The echoes of battles fought and won,
Mingle with dreams of what’s to come.

The ground trembles with the march of fate,
As hope and fear both hesitate.
In trenches deep and skies so wide,
They fight with valor, side by side.

The cries of war, a haunting song,
Of lives cut short, of right and wrong.
Yet in the midst of darkest night,
Glimmers of peace begin to alight.

When war’s fierce grip begins to fade,
They dream of fields where children played.
And in their hearts, a silent prayer,
For a world of love, beyond despair.