The Sandy Road
Along the sandy road leading to the front, We marched in silence, hearts weighed down by war; Young dreamers seeking glory’s fleeting hunt, Through fields where iron music rings afar.
The tanks roar a symphony of dread, A chorus wrought from steel and fire’s embrace; Yet in each beat, we heard home’s songs instead, Sweet melodies that time cannot erase.
Amidst the thunder’s call and bullets’ flight, We forged ahead through shadows cast by strife; The dream of fulfillment our guiding light, To breathe a purpose into fleeting life.
The road wrapped in the morning mist, and quiet lanes remind us of our own; Where loved ones wait and paths of peace persist, In thoughts of you, we find we’re not alone.
The iron music fades as dawn unfolds, Replaced by whispers of hope on the breeze; blood stains the sand on the roads that lead to home across memories.

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