Through the silence, through the years,
We carry the weight of unshed tears.
In the shadows of the past, they stand,
Heroes of a broken land.
Their names are etched in stone and heart,
A legacy that won’t depart.
An eternal flame, it burns so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For every soul who fought and fell,
We keep their memory, we bid them farewell.
An eternal flame, it will remain,
A beacon of hope through the pain.
The fields where they stood are quiet now,
But their courage still speaks somehow.
In the whispers of the wind, we hear,
Their voices loud and clear.
They gave their all, they paid the price,
For peace, for love, for sacrifice.
An eternal flame, it burns so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For every soul who fought and fell,
We keep their memory, we bid them farewell.
An eternal flame, it will remain,
A beacon of hope through the pain.
Though time may fade the scars we bear,
Their light will always be there.
In every heart, in every name,
We honor them with this eternal flame.
An eternal flame, it burns so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For every soul who fought and fell,
We keep their memory, we bid them farewell.
An eternal flame, it will remain,
A beacon of hope through the pain.
So we light this fire, forever true,
For the brave, for the few.
In the glow of this eternal flame,
We remember, we honor, we reclaim.