Beneath the gray and bitter sky,  
A soldier stands, no tear to cry.  
The world around him cold and bare,  
No echoes left, no voice to share.  

His comrades gone, the ground now still,  
The battles fought against his will.  
He looks ahead but sees no light,  
Just endless dark, an endless fight.  

He wonders if there’s meaning left,  
When all he's known has been bereft.  
The memories of what once was sweet  
Now fade like whispers on the street.  

A hollow man in battered gear,  
No cause to hope, no cause to fear.  
What’s left to fight for, left to feel,  
When the wounds are deep, too hard to heal?  

Yet in the silence, faint and low,  
A distant voice begins to grow.  
Perhaps, he thinks, there’s still a way—  
To find a reason in the fray.  

For even in the darkest place,  
A spark can rise, a small embrace.  
And though he's lost the life he knew,  
Perhaps there’s something waiting, too.