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Feb 2015
Goodbye dear wife, my children
I must leave you now
For the bitter war has reached our homeland
The enemy is now at our door

Yes I call them enemy
But they are Americans just as I
But they are North and I am South
And as Americans we must die

I wear the grey they wear the blue
But both of us bleed red
Our blood will intermingle
As we are joined in death

I did not ask, did not wish
To tear apart this fair land
To become a part of man made hell
To see the homes and fresh green fields
Destroyed by shot and shell

I go reluctant dearest wife
My children who I love
Now I must put my salvation
In god who rules above

Yes, I must fight and I know that I must die
For they are many and we are few
But that's the way the dice did lie
I did not choose, I did not want but I never had a say

Come, come
Into this my last embrace
I must bid this last goodbye
And then my final destiny I must face
This is my last goodbye

Goodbye
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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