They Can Never Flee

 

Quiet! Listen! And you can hear them too

The wind blows, the same wind that blew yesterday

But it blows today carrying the voices of those that so tragically died, from those who's choices that were so few

Imprinted on the land, forever, the horror, the blood, of those that so tragically died here, in only three days.

 

Long ago thousands of men, on this land too their last breath

This blood soaked ground, I consider to be hallowed ground

Some here, were so young, the last thing on their mind was the word death

The wind will always blow their horrific cries, the wind listen carefully and the only thing you will hear is this sound.

 

Husbands, fathers, brothers, sons, all tragically died here

Brother against brother, death doesn't care about the color of a person's skin

At times you can feel a thousand eyes, at you as they peer

A lost battle from the start, in the end no one would win.

 

The only winner here was death itself, loving this, as it collected so many

Death always lurking in the shadows, always ready to take the new within it's dreaded lair

Bravely going to their death, no one paid any attention to their pitiful pleas

So much to live for, cut down in their prime, so many no time to even care.

 

The young, the old, the black, the white, all of them had the same fate

A fate a lot of them were not ready for, all knowing they were probably going to die

None of them wanting to cross over death's waiting gate

As they crossed over, most of them, not even having the time to question why

 

A battle, never forgotten, and I don't think it ever will be

All the death all the blood, just like when Titanic hit the ice berg

Lost souls, still fighting a ungodly battle, from this place so many can never flee

The most horrific battle of the Civil War, in a small Pennsylvania town known as Gettysburg.