In the silence of the night, whispers call,
From fields once drenched in sorrow’s bitter rain,
Where echoes of the past still softly fall,
And dreams of peace in shadows now remain.

Brave souls who faced the storm’s relentless might,
In trenches deep, beneath the ashen sky,
Their courage shone amidst the darkest night,
A beacon of hope where hope was scarce and dry.

Yet history’s pages turn with heavy hand,
The lessons learned now fade like mist at dawn,
As nations rise and fall like shifting sand,
And memories of sacrifice are drawn.

O may we hold their stories close and dear,
Their voices guide us through the trials we face,
For in their struggles, truths become clear,
A testament to love’s enduring grace.