Generated on Mar 19, 2025, 9:14:21 AMgpt-4o-mini
In the shadow of the battlefield, where silence weeps,
Echoes of sorrow linger, in the heart that keeps.
Soldiers march with heavy hearts, beneath a leaden sky,
Each step a testament to dreams that fade and die.
The cries of fallen comrades haunt the twilight air,
Memories etched in blood and tears, a burden hard to bear.
In trenches deep, where hope is lost, and darkness reigns supreme,
War's cruel hand has stolen joy, extinguished every dream.
Yet in the midst of sorrow's grip, a flicker still remains,
The strength of human spirit, rising through the pains.
For even in the darkest night, a dawn will break anew,
And from the ashes of despair, a brighter world will brew.