Was There With Him

Was There With Him Why the Civil War it ain't no more, And never knew what it stood for; Brother killing brother and each other And will there ever be another? Rifles fired while cannons went booming And over horizon had been looming A ghost of someone I once knew Never understood there point of view. What if it is I who may be dying first How I had died was not rehearsed It was then I started to realize My blown up body could not recognize. So sweetheart she's still standing there And at my tombstone starts to stare Dreamed of me riding my horse; Now she does live in deep remorse. Just saw his ghost go passing by Is now floating high up in the sky Heaven's light is bright never dim She wishes she was there with him. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran