Beneath the skies where shadows loom,
The echoes of a distant boom,
A soldier’s cry, a mother’s tear,
The scars of war that linger here.

In trenches deep and fields of red,
The brave have fallen, the silence spread,
Their stories whisper through the night,
Of battles waged and endless fright.

The winds of peace may someday blow,
Over lands that once held woe,
Yet memories of the war remain,
In hearts that bear unspoken pain.

So let us honor, let us pray,
For those who fought and lost their way,
In the hope that wars may cease,
And the world may find its peace.