Civil Warrior

Marchin' through mud for a month
I’m having worms again for lunch
Each tree looks like the next
And every hill holds death
Writing letters to my beau in the dark
Scratched our initials on some bark
But a musket shot blew it apart
It almost hit my heart
Left my leg in the river
Lost it to a cannonball
You know, it’s better than a surgeon’s saw
This war has run my spirit raw