In the quiet dawn where whispers roam,Echoes of war find their silent home.The skies once bright now wear a shroud,As memories of thunder speak aloud.Fields once green, now stained with tears,Carry the weight of countless fears.The earth remembers each fallen name,As souls departed, yet remain the same.Through shattered dreams and broken skies,The courage of hearts refuses to die.In every shadow, a story unfolds,Of battles fought and tales retold.Yet amid the darkness, hope takes flight,In the gentle embrace of morning light.The world awaits a song of peace,Where echoes of war shall finally cease.