Whispers of the Soul

Military

The Last Watch

In the stillness of night, beneath a blanket of stars,
We gather in silence, with hearts marked by scars.
The weight of our sorrow hangs heavy in the air,
As we stand in formation, united by care.

With solemn hearts beating, we take our last stand,
For a comrade now resting, who answered the call's hand.
Each face tells a story, a memory we share,
Of laughter and courage, of burdens we bear.

The flicker of candles casts shadows on the ground,
Each flame a reminder of the love we have found.
As we stand on this watch, with reverence profound,
We honor their journey, the legacy renowned.

The echoes of valor resound in our minds,
Of battles fought fiercely, of ties that still bind.
In the quiet of darkness, we feel their embrace,
As the bonds of our brotherhood time cannot erase.

With each passing hour, as the night stretches thin,
We hold vigil for those who can't fight once again.
In whispers, we speak of the dreams left undone,
Of the lives intertwined, of the battles we've won.

Though they may be gone, their spirit lives on,
In the hearts of the living, their light will not be drawn.
For love knows no borders, not life nor the grave,
In the depths of our sorrow, it's their strength that we crave.

So here in the silence, with respect, we stand tall,
Guardians of memory, answering the call.
In the last watch we hold, with our hearts open wide,
We promise to carry them, as we stand side by side.

As dawn breaks the horizon, a new day will rise,
But the bonds forged in battle will never demise.
For in each solemn heartbeat, in each tear that we shed,
We honor our fallen, their spirits unsaid.