Rising Through Ruins

Nothing moved beneath the morning sky,

No warning written in the clouds.

The streets were full of ordinary lives,

And people spoke above the crowd.

A radio whispered through an open door,

A distant voice, a distant name.

Nobody knew what it was for,

Nobody knew what soon would change.

Then one light appeared beyond the hill,

Then another in the night.

The city held its breath and waited still,

As the horizon turned to white.

And the silence broke,

Like thunder through the walls,

One word became a warning,

One warning became a call.

The streets began to empty,

The sky began to burn— And every road they knew

Was leading to the war.

The flags went up above the town,

The trains arrived before the dawn.

Mothers watched their children leave,

Pretending nothing was wrong.

The factories worked through sleepless nights,

The borders disappeared from maps.

A thousand promises filled the air,

While soldiers filled the gaps.

Then came the sound across the valley,

Then came the shaking of the ground.

The world they knew was disappearing,

And there was nowhere left to turn around.

And the silence broke,

Like thunder through the walls,

One word became a warning,

One warning became a call.

The streets became a battlefield,

The night became the day— And every step they took

Was taking them away.

No one remembers who began it,

No one remembers why.

Only names beneath the banners,

Only orders from the sky.

More and more, the engines roar,

More and more, the people run.

What started as a single spark Has swallowed everyone.

Hear the drums. Hear the sirens.

Hear the distant voices calling.

Higher. Louder. Faster.

The walls are falling.

The lights are fading.

The last horizon disappears.

And the silence broke,

And the whole world shook,

Every promise turned to ashes,

Every road became a book Of everything they lost,

Of everything they knew— And when the final echoes came,

There was no one left to hear them.

The morning came without a sound.

The flags were lying on the ground.

No voices called across the street.

No footsteps passed beneath the trees.

The war had finally ended.

And the silence returned.