Amidst the whispers of the silent dawn,
Stand the guardians of forgotten tales,
With weary eyes and hearts withdrawn,
They wear their scars like weathered veils.

In fields where thunder’s echo roared,
They forged a path through shadows deep,
With courage as their silent sword,
They marched where angels dared not weep.

Beneath the stars, they found their peace,
In dreams of lands they long to see,
Yet in their eyes, a longing cease,
For battles won, for souls set free.

Let us honor the echoes of their grace,
The silent strength in every stride,
For in their hearts, we find our place,
In the freedom for which they died.