Glorious in Defeat

Pulling an Empty Wagon

I stood at the spot where they shot him down
Looked up to the sky
Squinting in the summer sun
I let my thoughts drift by

Did he sense it coming before it was done?
No one can ever say
But three sharp shots from a smoking gun
Took his short life away

Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon
Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon

In time his widow danced again
But never was the same
The light behind her eyes had been extinguished like a flame

His children did not grow to know
Their father’s steady hand
They learned the hard way to let go
And to never understand

Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon
Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon

The wind does blow a mournful song
The night it feels too cold
The brightest one so quickly gone
To have but not to hold

Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon
Pulling
Pulling an empty wagon

I stood at the spot where they shot him down
Looked up to the sky