Philip Hamilton took a stand,
A tremor in his step and gun in his hand.
Fire in his eyes but fear in his heart
The count to ten from the order to start.
His arm staying low and the pause gaping wide
Until the other boy sends the shot to his side.
Then the burn of the pain, the journey to his bed,
The visit from the doctor and the shaking of his head.
His father on one side, on the other his mother
The family's sobs for a friend, a brother.
His stillness certifies the others' fears,
The beating heart stops after just 19 years.
Alexander Hamilton was resigned to his fate,
The tongue that couldn't stop fell silent too late.
Tears in his eyes and grief in his heart
Unwillingly taking the steps that will tear his family apart.
The friend that stood before him, the enemy with the gun
As he took up the same position as his son.
The shot in his chest and the longing for his wife
One last chance to see Betsey before the end of his life.
Angelica's tears and Eliza's cries
His equal and his counter saying their final goodbyes.
The family lines up, the tears fall fast
Then comes the mournful cry:
'Alexander Hamilton has passed'.
Eliza Hamilton longed to depart
Pain in her eyes and a broken heart.
The house is quiet now her husband is gone,
She lost her love and she lost her son.
She longs to see them again, to be with them soon,
Her darling Hamilton as unreachable as the moon.
Her face is lined, but on and on she goes
She still has much to do, her pace never slows.
She preserves others' memories, fights for what is right,
Gives orphans a home to help escape their plight.
She was a helper to all; an advisor, a friend.
America's founding mother was a hero to the end.
