In fields where shadows loom,
The echoes of battles past,
A world in colors of gloom,
Yet hoping for peace to last.
The cries of distant lands,
Mingle with whispers of peace,
Bound by invisible strands,
Longing for hearts to release.
Through ashes and tears we stride,
Towards the light of dawn,
Where dreams of peace reside,
And the scars of war are gone.
In silence, the world breathes,
A gentle promise of tomorrow,
Through the pain, it weaves,
A tapestry beyond sorrow.