Colors
Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed
Brother against brother
A war beyond reason
To escape this war
Would surely mean treason
The time came to choose
On which side to fight
Not knowing the truth
Or which one was right
A mother stands watching
As her sons choose sides
She shows no evidence
Of the sorrow she hides
The Blue or the Gray
A color was chosen
Blood paints their swords
As time stands frozen
The North or the South
Where do they stand
One brother is slain
By his own brother's hand
Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed
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