Marching footsteps approach with great thunder
Both sides nervous and beginning to wonder
To each side they’re right
Fire in their eyes and victory in sight
Smoke billows and noise ensues
People wonder if this was a wise war to choose
A bullet to the heart and life flows out
A young boy runs over to shout
The man speaks softly and says – you are my son
This battle won’t be won
Tears begin to build up and flow
The boy responded oh father you’ve watched me grow
With a last breath the man replies
Don’t give up – victory is in your eyes
Have virtue my boy and do me proud
Now I will sleep so very sound
As the life in his eyes left the north advanced and won
The father’s death was not in vain – freedom rises with the sun
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Who declared this a civil war – history will change tomorrow.
(Another older one)
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