It was the last day of the war
I knew that I would fight no more
My final bullet had been shot
Yet all I could feel was distraught.
I'd witnessed more than I could say
Make one wrong move and you would pay
I'd watched my friends around me fall
Just for answering freedom's call.
They'd warned me not to even go
“Your too young” they said “you don't know”
I know these words my father said
Before I left him on his bed.
He'd forever put down his gun
“Don't break your back for anyone
War's not a game, its something worse
Men consumed by the Devil's curse.”
I listened to him as he spoke
Twas all I could do not to choke
Because he had no way to know
Who died inside the Alamo.
Or those who lost the civil war
The Devil's curse, or something more?
But it was finally at an end
I knew I'd never fight again.
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