Truth of War

In the silence before the storm,

Hearts hold heavy, futures torn.

Underneath a crimson sky,

Whispers of the past will cry.

A land once free, now echoes loud,

Ghosts in fields, honoring the proud.

Broken dreams and shattered lives,

In the name of honor, the legacy survives.

Every drop of sorrow stains the ground,

With every beat, hear the solemn sound.

Families mourn, while shadows cast,

A haunting tale of love that's passed.

War and gunfire, a raging storm,

Lives extinguished, in chaos we mourn.

For every heart that fell, a story untold,

The price of freedom, in blood and in gold.

Through the cries, the children stand,

Holding hope in a trembling hand.

Underneath an endless fight,

They dre