In the stillness of the night, echoes of battles fought,
Whispers of sorrow, of lives dearly bought.
Shadows of soldiers, their bravery untold,
Stories of courage, in the silence unfold.

The moon casts its glow on fields once green,
Now marred by conflict, a haunting scene.
The cries of the fallen, a chilling song,
In this war-torn land, where do we belong?

Dreams shattered, hearts torn apart,
The scars of war etched in every heart.
Yet amidst the ruins, hope dares to bloom,
A promise of peace, dispelling the gloom.

Let us remember the cost of strife,
The precious value of every life.
For in the end, when the guns grow quiet,
It’s love and unity that will lead our plight.