In the battlefield’s heart, where shadows silently mourn,
The echoes of lost voices, in the cold dawn reborn.
The cries of the fallen, in the wind they are sworn,
To whisper their tales, of lives violently torn.

Amidst the silent shadows, where memories are cast,
The bravery of warriors, in the silence shall last.
The ground soaked in sorrow, with each shadow it grasps,
The legacy of conflict, in the silence amassed.

Through the haze of the smoke, where the echoes reside,
The spirits of soldiers, in the shadows they hide.
Their stories of valor, in silence they confide,
In the heart of the battlefield, where the echoes abide.

In the stillness of dawn, where shadows gently weep,
The heart of the battlefield, its secrets shall keep.
The echoes of war, in the silence they seep,
A testament to courage, in the shadows they sleep.