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Sep 2014
Sacrifice thy sacred heart
giveth to me not torn apart

Mend my wound by your withered hands
By my side you take a stand

A glow from the candle had lit the room,
the enemy nears which seals my doom

The squeeze of her hand began to soothe my soul,
A tear burst out and began to roll

Crash through door, the soldier appears,
Squeezing the trigger, his gaze showed no fears

Burning, searing, blood starts to spill
she drops to her knees and silence was still

Numbness besets, all the pain is gone
Floating above, she is singing our song

Her soldier was taken away from his wife
Rest my dear, eternal life
Just remembering stories of Civil War soldiers and how they were treated in nearby farm houses near the battlefileds
Silence Screamz
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