Lyrics:

In the shadow of the dawn, where the first light is drawn,
Soldiers march, their faces worn, to a battleground, forlorn.
Guns in hand, they're told to fight, for freedom, for might,
But in their hearts, the question tight: Is this wrong?

Echoes of silence, in the roar of the guns,
Lost voices, fathers, daughters, and sons.
A moment of clarity, in the eye of the storm,
The enemy before me, in my friend's form.

Through the smoke, our eyes meet, two hearts skip a beat,
Memories flash, down on Bleaker Street, where we promised to never retreat.
Brothers in blood, now foes in war, what are we fighting for?
My finger hesitates, as my soul implores.

Echoes of silence, in the roar of the guns,
Lost voices, fathers, daughters, and sons.
A moment of clarity, in the eye of the storm,
The enemy before me, in my friend's form.

Lay down your arms, let the silent night embrace,
Reflect on the cost, the human race's disgrace.
In the mirror of the war, see the truth we face,
That peace is the only victory, our only saving grace.

As dawn breaks, and the gunfire fades,
We stand amidst the shadows, counting the cost of our raids.
The silence speaks louder than the battles fought,
A lesson in vain, a victory for naught.

Echoes of silence, in the sunrise glow,
A call to peace, letting the hatred go.
In the heart of the storm, a newfound friend,
A vow to make amends, and bring war to an end.

In the echo of silence, we find our way,
Turning swords to plowshares, at the break of day.
Let this song be a reminder, of the price we pay,
When we choose war over peace, and lead hearts astray.