Where brothers clash, and stories unfold.
Of steel that sings, a mournful, sharp cry,
And the crimson tide that stains the sky.
The earth, once fertile, now choked with dust,
Where dreams lie broken, and hope is just
A flicker in the hearts of those who fight,
To reclaim their freedom, their day, their light.
From shattered cities, a symphony of pain,
Each fallen soldier, a name in vain.
Mothers weep, their tears like rivers flow,
For sons they loved, now lost in the shadow.
The drums of war, they beat a steady pace,
A relentless rhythm, a chilling embrace.
No peace is found, no solace in the night,
Only endless battles, and endless blight.
But even in the ashes, a seed takes hold,
A fragile hope, a story yet untold.
For love survives, and courage finds its way,
To mend the broken, and bring a brighter day.