1861- 1865

November 21, 2010
Marching into a haze of confusion
Grounds of despair
As my feet walk towards battle
My mind is not there

I left for adventure
Instead I met death
Watching young men cry
As they drew their last breath

I see boys like me
Scared and freezing
As we yearn for home
Our only thought is of leaving

I will fight this war for justice
As I was raised to do
I will die in this war for justice
As I thought I had wanted to

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