Dawn was breaking, the world stood still,
A quiet home on a distant hill.
Laughter echoed through the air,
A mother's song, a father’s care.
Then the silence turned to cries,
Darkened skies, burning lives.
They came like shadows in the night,
Tore apart love, stole the light.
Where do the lost ones go?
Who will remember their names?
When the winds of war still blow,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Carried away into the dark,
Innocence ripped apart.
A mother's arms, a baby's cry,
Fading echoes in the sky.
No more stars to light the way,
Only ghosts and endless grey.
Hands so small, eyes so wide,
No place to run, nowhere to hide.
A father’s shield, a final breath,
A love unbroken, even in death.
Where do the lost ones go?
Who will remember their names?
When the winds of war still blow,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Carried away into the dark,
Innocence ripped apart.
A mother's arms, a baby's cry,
Fading echoes in the sky.
No more stars to light the way,
Only ghosts and endless grey.
They said the fire took you all,
But we know the truth still calls.
Lies won't hide the blood that's spilled,
Justice waits, justice will.
We remember, we won’t forget,
Their names are carved where heroes rest.
No more fear, no more chains,
Their light still burns beyond the pain.
Dawn is breaking, the world stands still,
But love remains—it always will.