Amidst the roaring thunder’s call,
The skies weep tears of gray and red,
A land once lush now bears the fall,
Where whispers of peace are softly tread.

In trenches deep, where courage dwells,
Hearts beat fierce against the night,
The silent cries, the distant bells,
Echo through the endless fight.

Yet in the dark, a flicker bright,
A hope that dances on the breeze,
For in each soul a yearning light,
To find a way for wars to cease.

When swords are sheathed, and words embrace,
The dawn will break with gentle grace,
Where once was war, now love will trace,
A world reborn in peaceful space.