Amidst the crowds, a specter, unseen, lost,
Where cheers and smiles seem distant as the moon.
The cost of war, a far too heavy cost,
Their mind, a tempest, a relentless monsoon.

The nights are long, with memories as foes,
In dreams, they march through endless, ghostly rows.
Each day, a struggle, as the cold wind blows,
A life reduced to where the river flows.

No hearth to warm, no kin to soothe the pain,
On streets, they wander, soldier of the rain.
Their valor’s cloak, now tattered, bears a stain,
Of a nation’s neglect, a silent bane.

In eyes that once held fire, now dwells a void,
A soul besieged by shadows, dreams destroyed.
Yet still, within their heart, not all devoid,
Lies hope, a flicker, in the abyss employed.

Oh, heed the call, ye people of the land,
Lend hands to those who fought on foreign sand.
For in their hearts, the scars of war expand,
Let’s bring them home, with love’s embracing band.

From valor’s height to depths of despair’s well,
This war vet’s journey, a poignant tale to tell.
In their silence, hear their stories swell,
For in our hearts, their legacy should dwell

In lands afar, where war’s grim shadows fell,
A soldier braved the tempest, heart so bold.
Through gunfire’s song and sorrow’s piercing knell,
They bore a nation’s honor, stories untold.

Returning home, where peacetime’s banners wave,
The battlefield’s fierce echo haunts their soul.
No more in trenches deep, no more the brave;
The war’s grim grip had taken its dire toll.