In shadows of the past, the memories lie,
Of battles fought beneath a weeping sky.
The silence broken by a soldier’s cry,
As history’s echoes never say goodbye.

Through fields once green, now stained with red,
The dreams of peace were quickly shed.
The world in chaos, nations bled,
The stories of the fallen, unsaid.

In trenches deep, where hope was rare,
The hearts of many found despair.
The cost of freedom, a heavy fare,
Yet courage rose in the smoky air.

The war has ended, but scars remain,
Lessons learned through endless pain.
In remembrance, we find the gain,
Vowing never to repeat the same again.