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.