In the silence of shattered dreams,
Where echoes of sorrow softly weep,
Forgotten tales of courage gleam,
In trenches where the shadows creep.

A symphony of cries and thunder,
Where once the quiet fields did lie,
Now torn asunder by blinding plunder,
Beneath the weary, watchful sky.

In the heart of darkness, hope still sings,
Amid the ruins, a fragile grace,
The fluttering of a sparrow’s wings,
A gentle touch in a brutal place.

Let not the memories fade away,
Of battles fought with valor fierce,
For in their shadows, we find our way,
Through history’s wounds, we shall persevere.