Into the SunA Poem by IndigoChilda women runs away to fight for the Confederates during the civil war. She then saves a union soldier and shows him she is a woman. When she gets home her father dies and she marrys the soldier
Soldiers marching off to battle
Mothers clinging son With their heads held high Sisters wave good bye As they march off into the sun One lonely father watches his daughter As she hangs her head in shame She was watching those boys Off to become men But shes one lonely fathers only daughter Soldiers marching off to battle Mothers crying loud With their shoulders hung low They watch their brothers fall As they march to the setting son She watches as the list is read Learning the names of the dead She runs to her father Who's about to lose his daughter AS she watches the setting son Soldiers marching off to battle The church bells have not rung With there feet in the mud And their faces covered in blood They aim for the rising sun The Draft comes to her small town And she watches the boys run down Her heart starts to pound Her hair falls down She steals her fathers cloths Binds her chest so now one knows Soldiers marching off to battle Mothers clinging sons She cut her hair Cause this worlds unfair One lonely father watches his only daughter As she marches off into the son She holds her gun high As she watches her comrades die She gave up on vanity As she keeps her sanity Above her head bullets fly Soldiers marching off to battle Mothers losing sons One lonely father prays for his daughter As she marches off into the son She watches Grey against Blue She closes her eyes and knows what to do In her Grey she enters the Frey Bullets landing at her hells She goes to a soldier dressed in blue Pulls off her helmet showing her hair It grew long shes been gone that long She told that soldier that the world unfair She knew that her fighting did not belong their She pulled that soldier off the field And she watched him until he was healed He was a blue and she was a grey But it didn't matter that day Soldiers marching home from battle Mothers holding sons And one lonely Father Clutches his daughter Marching home from the sun She married that Blue And she turned twenty two She watched her fathers eyes right before he died he said " Daughter I'm proud of you" His life was done And hers had begun all with the rising sun © 2013 IndigoChild |
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