In the shadow of the rising sun,
Fields once green now scarred and bare,
Echoes of distant battles linger,
Whispers of sorrow fill the air.
Children’s laughter fades away,
Replaced by the harsh cries of despair,
Innocence lost amidst the fray,
Hope buried deep, yet still we care.
The sky weeps with crimson tears,
As warriors march with heavy hearts,
Dreams once bright now shrouded in fears,
Unity torn, as the world departs.
Yet in the silence after the storm,
Seeds of peace begin to sprout,
From the ashes, new life is born,
A future where love conquers doubt.