Grey specks of dust in the evening light
fight till their last breath
as bold blue puts up its best defense
feeling victory fleeting fast
Patriotic blue runs across the battlefield
Uniform branding him for death
The sun beats upon the yankee, the grounds littered with the deceased
Still, the boy does not surrender, nor understand why war exists
Brothers, called to arms, to fight
against one another, a nation divided
But will the nation ever know of your sacrifice?
Of the young men only provided with an early ticket to their demise, o’l blue eyes unblinking yet being none the wiser to the way they lay face down in their grass?