Burned By Strife

When history is written in pain,  

Each word a wound, each line a chain,  

Let healing ink the margins wide,  

For scars can mend, though they can't hide.  

The echoes of a shattered past,  

Cry out for truths that heal, not last.  

For every tear that stains the page,  

Let love's embrace undo the rage.  

The broken bridges burned by strife,  

Can find renewal, spark new life.  

Ashes hold seeds of something more,  

A chance to build, a chance to soar.  

In the rubble, growth begins,  

A whispered hope that slowly wins.  

For pain may shape, but can't define,  

The story told with hearts aligned.  

Let healing be the thread we weave,  

Through loss and sorrow, we believe.  

That history, though steeped in ache,  

Can heal the soul, for love's own sake.