In fields where shadows silently creep,
The guns roar loud, breaking the sleep.
Soldiers march with hearts so brave,
Seeking peace beyond the grave.
The skies once blue, now painted red,
With tears and blood, the ground is fed.
The cries of war, a tragic song,
Yet in the chaos, hope stays strong.
A dove flies high, above the fray,
Whispering dreams of a brighter day.
Where children laugh and flowers bloom,
Beyond the warâs relentless gloom.
When silence falls, and guns are stilled,
The world will heal, its wounds be filled.
From war to peace, we strive to find,
A better world for all mankind.