The struggle for peace

In every heart, a battle stirs,

A struggle where the silence blurs,

The echoes of a world at war,

A yearning for a peaceful shore.

Through fields of fear, we tread the way,

Where shadows rise and dreams decay.

Each voice a whisper, sharp with plea,

For calm amidst the endless sea.

The hands that build, the hearts that break,

Injustice dances, peace at stake.

Yet still we rise, though torn and scarred,

For in our souls, peace isn’t far.

A fragile hope, like morning’s light,

Can pierce the dark, dispelling night.

Through storms we search, through pain we fight,

To find the dawn, to claim what’s right.

But peace, elusive, slips away,

A fleeting moment in the fray.

We ask, we seek, we strive, we stand,

To heal the wounds, to lend a hand.

The struggle deepens, but we know,

Through unity, we’ll start to grow.

For peace is not a distant dream,

It’s born in hearts where love can gleam.

Though fractured worlds may fall apart,

The fight for peace begins in hearts.