Dreams of peace

It's a shallow grave to be dishonored for those who embark no more, but find themselves in grounds of hope, as discreetly on the floor, former soldiers rest upon the swollen dreams of peace
And yet there's war between the soils
When it all should cease, there's no charity in the stars they never claimed it so, nor the value of a heart in gardens even when bid to grow, theres only hope residing in heaven where angels bid us well, for the blood once spilt they say might signify one's hell, but be most certain love retains much more than war could ever be, and somewhere somehow in this battle find it's light is majesty, for some have never seen the sights, nor claimed it to be right, they just wear the armour then in any given fight.