In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
The ghosts of battle roam,
With hollow eyes and mournful cries,
They seek their shattered home.

A town once bright, now lost in night,
Where laughter used to ring,
Now lies in shreds, the streets stained red,
By war's unyielding sting.

The children’s toys, once symbols of joys,
Lie broken in the dust,
And echoes pale tell haunting tales,
Of dreams turned into rust.

The soldiers tread among the...