Joel T. Bailey

THE BATTLE

The flags are flying
Men are dying
As the battle rages on
Many will fall
Answering the call
Even when hope is gone

The guns are loud
But they stand proud
Fighting through their fears
Hear the rebel yell
In a man-made hell
Of blood, sweat and tears

The young and old
In the heat or cold
They’ll never quit or run
Fight they will
Until all is still
And the battle is done

©Copyright October 18, 2009 by Joel T. Bailey
(Verse 2 added June 2010)