In fields where silence once held reign,
The whispers of war now softly tread;
Echoes of shadows, whispers of pain,
In the dance of the living and the dead.
Flames kiss the sky, a fiery hue,
While hopes and dreams are swept away;
Yet in the chaos, something new,
A fragile peace begins to sway.
The cries of battle soon subside,
Leaving scars upon the land;
Yet in the heart, a quiet pride,
For every soul that dared to stand.
In the aftermath, beneath the stars,
A world reborn from ashes’ flight;
The echoes fade, but the memory jars,
A testament to courage and might.