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The days are long the nights are harsh
our feet feel just like lead.
The men are tired as wounded come in
most of them are dead.
We sit around the campfire and talk about our past
Missing our families missing our friends
and hope this war wont last.
We lay inside our tents to sleep
the ground is wet and cold.
Were dreaming of the lovely day
when we'll go marching home.
We go to battle in the morn
and march there all the way.
Hoping that afterwards we'll live another day.
When this war is over
and many men have died.
And the family's of the lost
have hung their heads and cried.
I'll be standing at the front for all of those in pain.
Just take my hand and we'll go home
and you'll never cry again.
- by Princess_Diana1997 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/11/2015 |
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- Title: The Civil War Soldire
- Artist: Princess_Diana1997
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Description:
This is my rendition of what a solder of ANY type goes through. Its called The civil war soldier because that's what I meant it to be about is the American Civil War....
Please comment and tell me what you think
Thank you.... - Date: 01/11/2015
- Tags: civil soldire
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