In fields where silence once embraced,
Now echoes harsh with cries and tears,
The earth remembers every trace,
Of battles fought through endless years.

The sky, a canvas painted gray,
With smoke and dreams that fade away,
Yet in the heart a fire remains,
A hope for peace that never wanes.

The soldiers march with heavy souls,
Bearing burdens of countless wars,
Yet through the darkness, courage strolls,
A beacon bright on distant shores.

When drums of war begin to cease,
The whispers of the fallen rise,
A plea for love, a prayer for peace,
Beneath the vast, forgiving skies.