In fields where whispers of the past reside,
The silent shadows stretch across the land.
Echoes of battles where dreams had died,
In the soil where peace had once planned.

The cries of men, now ghosts in the night,
Haunt the skies where stars once brightly shone.
Their stories linger, hidden from sight,
In the hearts of those who march alone.

The earth remembers each heavy tread,
Of soldiers lost in time’s gentle sweep.
In quiet moments, their tales are read,
In the tears the world continues to weep.

Yet in the dawn, as the light unveils,
A hope emerges from the shadows cast.
A world that dreams of peaceful trails,
Where love and courage forever last.