In the silent night, the echoes roar,
Of men and machines on fields of war.
Shadows dance where courage once stood,
In the bitter grasp of iron and wood.
The cries of valor pierce the sky,
As dreams of peace quietly die.
Traces of hope in the ashes lie,
Beneath the watch of a soldierâs eye.
Torn banners wave in the ghostly breeze,
Whispering tales of fallen trees.
Where the earth weeps in crimson streams,
And silence is filled with shattered dreams.
Yet, in the dark, a flicker remains,
A spark of love amidst the chains.
For in the hearts of those who stay,
The dawn of peace will light the way.