The drums of war beat loud and clear,
A symphony of sorrow, a melody of fear.
Through smoky skies and blood-soaked land,
The cries of the fallen, a mournful band.

In trenches deep, where hope lies thin,
The soldier’s heart, a fragile din.
Faces hardened by the endless strife,
Each breath taken, a fight for life.

The whispers of peace seem far away,
Lost in the chaos, night and day.
Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
The dream of a dawn, a future bright.

When swords are sheathed and guns are still,
When wounds are healed, hearts can fill.
With love and hope, a world reborn,
From the ashes of war, a new morn.