In the ashes of tomorrow, where dreams lay to rest,
We trace the fallen heroes, and rise to every test.

In this war of whispers, we’re fighting our plight,
With every shatter of silence, we reclaim the night.

Turn your eyes to the horizon, where the shadows meet the day,
Together we’ll find the echoes that never fade away.

Poet’s ink bleeds softly writing stories unlived,
Of souls caught in the struggle, of all we could give.

In this war of whispers, we’re fighting our plight,
With every shatter of silence, we reclaim the night.

Can you feel the heartbeat, that pulls us from the pain?
Within our scars, there’s a strength we can’t feign.

Hope is a flicker in the darkest of hours,
We gather our pieces, like fallen wildflowers.

In this war of whispers, we’re fighting our plight,
With every shatter of silence, we reclaim the night.

The stories in our hearts are woven tight with care,
In the rhythm of our pain, we learn to lay bare.

From the depths of despair, we’ll emerge unafraid,
Together we ride through the flood, where darkness once played.