Blue and Gray.
North and South.
Fighting, killing, slaying, night and day.
The war pinned brother against brother,
Father to son.
Both went in, but only one could have won
North and South both were strong.
North and South.
One right, one wrong in one�s eyes.
Two days, that�s all that was in need
For North to succeed.
The scars that they left made us who we are.
Others can see, even from afar,
That the lives lain were a sacrifice for what we�d be.
Because freedom doesn�t come free.
