We are the ones who rise above the pain, Who heal the wounds and mend the strain, We are the voices that cry out for what is right,
By Sharp Aim2 years ago in Poets
In life's tempestuous sea, we often lose our way, But with faith and hope, we can find a brighter day. The winds of change may howl and moan,
The darkness recedes, the clouds part ways As hope emerges, in all its grace It rises anew, like a phoenix from ashes The world may be bleak, but hope is bright
The cruelty of war, a plague upon the earth Leaves death and destruction, a bitter birth The innocent suffer, the guilty flee
The drums of war do beat with heavy sound As armies clash, and innocence is drowned The cries of the fallen, the wails of the blind
The drums grow louder, the rhythm fast, The march of war song, a haunting past. The statue stands, a witness to the fight,
The scars of war, a lifetime's weight The memories of loss, a heavy fate For those who fought, for those who bled Their sacrifice, a debt unpaid
In fields of battle, where the dead do lie The cries of victory, a hollow sigh Leaves only ashes, where once there was home
As the wind whispers secrets, we dance all day Our feet barely touch the ground below As we spin and leap, our spirits start to glow
They wander through mountains high and valleys deep, Through forests dark and deserts dry and steep. They cross the seas and climb the highest peaks,
Where shadows dance and play, A band of wanderers roam the land in gray. Their footsteps echo through the misty haze, As they search for answers to life's endless daze.
The ocean's heart, a mysterious place Where creatures lurk, with grace Their secrets hidden, deep within A world of wonder, where we begin
