Amidst the shadows of a shattered land,
The cries of anguish pierce the night,
As soldiers march with heavy hearts,
Through fields once green, now scarred by fight.

The drums of war beat loud and clear,
Drowning dreams in a sea of fear,
Families torn, lives rent asunder,
By the relentless roar of thunder.

Beneath the smoke, beneath the fire,
Glimmers of hope, they still aspire,
For peace to dawn, for love to bloom,
Amidst the darkness, amidst the gloom.

And when the final shot is fired,
And silence falls upon the pyre,
The world will heal, the scars will fade,
From the echoes of the war they made.