A Thousand Pieces Of My Heart



 

I stand and watch the sun go down, on this awful July day

Where all those years ago did fight, the men of Blue and Gray.

My ancestors from Tennessee, did fight a cause so grand

Now there’s a thousand pieces of my heart, spread out across this land.
 

Where was this place? Where they all came, though few had ever heard

A little farm and not much more, they called it Gettysburg.

They gathered here from far and wide, the Southern High Command

And there’s a thousand pieces of my heart, spread out across this land.
 

I close my eyes, and I can see men marching side by side

And when I hear the Rebel Yell, that fills my soul with pride.

They start to charge, all yelling now, with rifles in their hand

And there’s a thousand pieces of my heart, spread out across this land.
 

The battles done, and I can see, men laying on the ground

The smell of powder in the air, while death hangs all around

These men so proud and oh so brave, these men who were so grand

And there’s a thousand pieces of my heart, spread out across this land.
 

My eyes do sting from rolling tears, that cascade down my face

I feel the fear and taste the pain of this forsaken place.

A tear I wipe from off my face, with a trembling, shaking hand

And there’s a thousand pieces of my heart, spread out across this land.
 

I say a prayer, for these poor souls, who perished in this place

That they may never be forgot, nor their memory disgraced.

My heart does break, it shatters now, and tumbles too the sand

To join the thousand pieces there, spread out across this land.
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Copyright Roy Rawlinson 4th August 1999.