A precious little girl walks in horror
on her front yard that is now
a battlefield,
She is looking for her Papa,
a rider with Billy Mahone,
for her
mother has told her he is on
his way home!
Darling Papa has been gone for years, it is true,
battle tested everywhere,
he has earned this permanent furlough,
he must get home in time to save his
family,
Darling Papa is the only one to save them now,
the countryside is ripe with bums
and scalawags!
today, is reconciliation sunday,
but right before the killing of the
fatted calf,
Friendly fire explodes in front of his face,
he lives, but is blinded for life,
staggering across this open field,
he hollers first his precious little one,
yet, both will spend eternity in
a search barren,
Papa is blind,
his little girl deaf,
Momma has been taken down
by the typhus bug,
And it is said,a hundred years later,
that on certain nights, this time of year,
you can see a blind rebel soldier
being chased
by the one he holds so dear.
William "Wild Bill" Taylor
Copyright, July, 2003
