Revolutionary Pain

The rain beats down

Upon the ground

Blood has been spilled

Brothers have been

Separated

All red coats bleed

From fatal wounds

America

Will surely win

With no men left

England attacks

Muskets collide

Their bayonets

Leave jagged marks

And broken hearts

Shattered spirits

Eyes full of fear

Innocence seen

In his of blue

Tears spring from those

Of mossy green

The will to fight

Is forgotten

His musket falls

His knees grow weak

Down England sinks

On to the field

Splattered with blood

And human gore

It seems surreal

To see him break

Emotions are

His weakest link

He stabs his heart

And kills his soul

The wound will heal

His mind will not

For on that day

He said goodbye

To the only

One he ever

Really cared for

The only one

That he could love

-M