In the quiet dawn, where whispers mourn,Under the shadowed skies of a world torn.Brave souls ventured into the abyss,Dreams of peace in a soldier’s kiss.The echoes of valor resound through time,In trenches deep, under bells that chime.Men and women, their courage unfurled,Fighting for freedom in a turbulent world.A mother’s tear, a child’s lost years,War’s cruel hand sowing seeds of fears.Fields once green now stained with red,Silent tributes to the fallen dead.Yet hope endures, like the morning light,Through stories told by fires at night.In memory’s embrace, we find our way,To honor the past, while seeking a new day.