|View single post by Dixie Girl|
|Posted: Mon Sep 29th, 2008 11:04 am||
|Falling on my knees.
Blood gushing from my tender spleens.
I lost the battle of my life.
Living like a violent knife.
I thought I had power.
But the only power I had was in a hour.
The honor I gave away.
Was nothing like a pain to stay away.
That you could only divide.
Had nothing to do with my mind.
But something I should of hide.
I let my people down.
Falling hard to the ground.
Seeing nothing but my only blood.
The blood that flooded the mud.
What a shame dieing like this.
There was nothing to prevent this.
But all I see is people dieing.
Right in front of my eyes, I thought they were flying.
I was the solider of the Civil War.
But all I wanted was more.
More than freedom, More than fate.
But all I see is hate.
Its something you had to see.
Something more than me.
Is the battle of the Civil War.
War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson