Echoes of the Fallen

In the shadows of the night, shadows move,

Whispers echo, there’s no time to prove.

Bodies laying all around, silence screams,

Ghosts of the fallen haunt my dreams.

Blood puddles on the ground, like painted tears,

Chaos reigns, drowning in endless fears.

Memories linger on the edge of despair,

As echoes of their laughter fade in the air.

This is a battle, this is a fight,

Lost in the darkness, searching for light.

With every heartbeat, the memory remains,

A symphony of sorrow, a melody of pains.

War-torn fields, they lay cold and bare,

Faded banners, a past we can’t repair.

The price of glory hangs heavy like chains,

In the cries of the innocent, history stains.

The echoes of whispers that we can’t forget,

Love turned to ashes, as we bear this debt.

This is a battle, this is a fight,

Lost in the darkness, searching for light.

With every heartbeat, the memory remains,

A symphony of sorrow, a melody of pains.

What have we gained, when the cost is so high?

We stand at the edge, will we fight or will we cry?

Hold on to hope in this desperate scene,

For every lost soul, we must chase the dream.

In the aftermath, we rise from the ground,

Learning to heal from what we once found.

For in every war, truth hides, waits to be crowned,

Together we stand, together we’re bound.