By: Leo Lawton
March 6, 2005
I can hear the thunder rolling,
I can hear the cannon’s sound.
I know that I am dying,
and I hope that I’ll be found
Mother can you take me,
back in your arms once more,
and tell me why I’m dying here,
and what I’ve been fighting for.
When I was very little,
you kissed my pain away.
Could you do it just once more,
on this my dying day?
The pain I have from knowing,
that my President has lied,
about why he wouldn’t go to war,
like the hundreds who have died.
He sent us off to battle,
where himself he wouldn’t go,
and here I lie in pain a dying,
mother tell me it ain’t so!
Am I dying here for nothing,
lying in this foreign land?
Dear mother I can see you,
as my blood runs in the sand.
Please tell daddy that I loved him,
and mom you know I loved you so,
but mom I must be leaving now,
it’s just my time to go.