In fields where shadows linger long,
The echoes of a war-torn song,
The cries of youth, the silent screams,
Haunt the night in fractured dreams.
The earth, it weeps with crimson tears,
As hearts are crushed beneath their fears,
The valor of a thousand souls,
Lost to time, their story unfolds.
Amidst the smoke and shattered ground,
The whispers of the fallen sound,
A plea for peace, a hope so frail,
In every gust, in every gale.
When will the world remember this,
The cost of war, the pain, the abyss?
For in the silence, truth does lie,
In every tear and every sigh.