In the quiet shadows where memories dwell,
Lie stories untold, a forgotten spell.
Of the young who laughed and the old who wept,
Of fleeting lives where love was kept.

A child once danced in the golden light,
Her dreams as vast as the endless night.
Her laughter echoed through fields of green,
Now a whisper where she has been.

An elder sat by the fireside glow,
Telling tales of a world we’ll never know.
Of wars endured, of love once grand,
Time slipping like grains of sand.

The soldier who fell with a cry so brief,
A hero...