A civil war soldier to his lover |
my dear love i've finally time to write amidst this fight i love you dearly and dream of you each night and each night i get i take as a blessing as the yankees press south and become more threatening ive learned its a wild world an important lesson man is hard to trust when consumed by aggression one look in the eye and its easy to tell a man whose body lives but whose souls in hell its easy to stray at a time like this but you give me hope and hope equals bliss ill write when i can and i pray you write back and love to keep your letters with your picture in my knapsack you in my heart makes it beat forever il be home soon never say never Last night i watched my bunk mate die mauled by a cannonball which fell from the sky he was from Louisiana and worked the farm for his mama yesterday he'd told me he'd nothing to live for as we walked back to camp from the general store i expect it was God himself who brought him death for he knows all and hears each breath and a life not wanted is a life worth taking still i wonder why its my heart its breaking it hurts me to great you with such a sunken chest but i had to get it off and let it get some rest if you knew what it was like you'd probably understand but anyways are you good are you grand are your eyes still blue like the Georgia sky is your hair still long like a rich mans tie is your ma in good health is your pa in good wealth does my picture still hang in your room by the bookshelf and if so does it remind you of the time i spent inside you one day soon i'll find you and be forever beside you Today i lead a motley crew of rebels right down the throat of these yankee devils we will not use stealth and we'll not try flank them we will yell as we charge and our strength shall overtake them when we have we'll stand tall on our dead foes chest and we will take in gods world with an open breast we will sink our flag deep and will try not to weep as any mountain can be peaked despite how steep my doll your all i have all i fight for all i dream its your memory which fuels the flowing of my bloodstream your a breath of fresh air in a world so dreary you warm my soul against a wind so cold with you by my side i aim to grow old |