Remnants of Home

The soldier returns to his village destroyed
Where homes once stood, now rubble and void
He walks through the ruins, memories in his mind
Of a place he called home, now left behind

The smell of smoke still lingers in the air
And broken dreams, too shattered to repair
But amidst the chaos, he finds a page
A piece of paper, yellowed with age

He reads the words, a poem from long ago
Written by a friend, who he used to know
It speaks of love, of hope, of peace
Of a world where wars and hate would cease

And in that moment, he knows what to do
He takes that poem, and he shares it anew
With others who have lost their way
To bring them hope, to brighten their day

For even in the midst of destruction and pain
There is still beauty, still words to sustain
And though his village may never be the same
The soldier finds solace, in this simple refrain.