In the heart of twilight’s fading light,
Soldiers march, prepared to fight.
Echoes of courage fill the air,
As shadows dance in silent prayer.

Amidst the chaos, a mother’s tear,
Falls for a son she holds dear.
The drums of war beat loud and clear,
Yet hope whispers, “Do not fear.”

The land once green, now stained red,
With memories of the fallen dead.
Their spirits linger, their voices strong,
In the winds, they sing a mournful song.

But peace, like dawn, may yet arise,
To heal the wounds beneath the skies.
For every war must find its end,
And broken hearts must learn to mend.