Beneath the moon’s cold silver light,
The soldiers march into the night.
Their shadows long, their steps are true,
A silent hymn for me and you.
Through fields of green and deserts wide,
They carry courage as their guide.
With hearts of steel and nerves of fire,
They forge ahead, their spirits higher.
In battles fierce and moments dire,
They stand as one, a line of fire.
Each soldierâs story, deeply sown,
In every heart, their bravery known.
When dawn breaks and the night does end,
Remember them, our steadfast friends.
For in their silence, we find peace,
Their echoes of valor never cease.