In the quiet shadows of the night,
Where whispers of war softly tread,
Echoes of battles past take flight,
In dreams of peace, gently wed.
Fields once vibrant, now stand still,
Veiled in the mist of forgotten tears,
Winds carry tales of iron will,
In hearts that trembled with silent fears.
The sky, a canvas of crimson hue,
Painted with courage, sacrifice, and pain,
Yet beneath the clouds, hope anew,
Yearns to break the chains, to reign.
As dawn approaches, hearts unite,
In the promise of a brighter day,
Together, we rise against the night,
In harmony’s gentle sway.