Echoes of War

In fields once bright with flowers' sway,
Where laughter danced, now shadows play.
The echoes of a distant fight,
Have stolen joy, extinguished light.

A mother's tears, like rivers, flow,
For sons and daughters lost below.
Empty chairs and silent rooms,
Haunted by unending gloom.

Cities crumble, dreams laid bare,
A haunting silence fills the air.
What once was home, now ash and stone,
A heart left heavy, all alone.

The cost of war, a bitter toll,
Divides the body, breaks the soul.
In every heart, a silent scar,
The memories of who they were.

Yet hope, though frail, may yet ignite,
In whispered prayers through endless night.
For peace, like dawn, can rise anew,
And heal the wounds that war once drew.