In the stillness of dawn, a soldier dreams,
Of a home left behind, or was it just a gleam?
Hiraeth grips the heart, a silent yearning stream,
For a place he cannot reach, but knows by heart&#39;s theme.

Memories flicker like stars in the night,
Of laughter and warmth, of love shining bright.
Yet the battlefield&#39;s echoes drown out the sight,
A soldier&#39;s dream of home, in the midst of the fight.

Hiraeth whispers in the rustling leaves,
A home unrealised, a heart that grieves.
Through the chaos and noise, a soul believes,
In the dream of returning, a soldier achieves.