Smoke still lingers, the sky turned grey Echoes of war slowly fade away Shattered steel, broken pride Ashes whisper of those who died But in the silence, something grows Through the wreckage, soft and slow A fragile bloom, so pure, so bright A spark of hope in endless night White flower rising from the dust Through the ruin, through the rust A silent vow, a whispered name Life returning through the flame Fallen banners, voices gone The songs of battle, long withdrawn Scars remain, carved in stone Yet life refuses to stay alone And in the silence, something grows Through the wreckage, soft and slow A fragile bloom, so pure, so bright A spark of hope in endless night White flower rising from the dust Through the ruin, through the rust A silent vow, a whispered name Life returning through the flame From shattered swords, from broken chains Something stronger still remains Not of war, not of pain But the will to rise again White flower standing tall Through the sorrow, through it all A quiet promise to endure A life reborn, a heart so pure
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