In the heart of the storm where cannons roar,
Beneath the clouds of ash and steel,
Lives are shattered, dreams no more,
The ground shakes with each painful reel.

Yet in the quiet aftermath,
Where the smoke begins to clear,
Silence takes its gentle wrath,
And whispers of peace we start to hear.

The rivers run red, then return to blue,
Fields of sorrow slowly bloom,
From the wreckage, hope renews,
As peace emerges from the gloom.

So let us learn from battles past,
That in unity, we find our grace,
To build a future that will last,
Embracing love, ending the race.