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Little Toy soldier,
Trudging through the mud.
His hands coated in the thick red blood,
Heart pounding out of fear and love.
They cradle his frail wooden frame.
Arms and legs marching off to slay imaginary foes,
No telling which way the battle will go.
Dragged round and round by puppet strings,
lost in the toys and joys among other things.
There's no say in his war,
no escape from his sword,
trapped in a fate from which there has never been an escape.
Little Toy Soldier,
fighting for another.
No choice but to watch as they slay brother after brother.
Any way out from this bloodbath?
A choice in this angry swirling wrath?
Could they not fight their own battles,
resorting instead to speeches and rabbles.
"Mere prattle without practice"
A sick ugly truth that rattles in the racket.
No escape from the puppeteers will,
this has become the drill.
Little Toy Soldier,
locked down by torturous fate.
Doomed to never be able to escape.
Trudging through the mud.
His hands coated in the thick red blood,
Heart pounding out of fear and love.
They cradle his frail wooden frame.
Arms and legs marching off to slay imaginary foes,
No telling which way the battle will go.
Dragged round and round by puppet strings,
lost in the toys and joys among other things.
There's no say in his war,
no escape from his sword,
trapped in a fate from which there has never been an escape.
Little Toy Soldier,
fighting for another.
No choice but to watch as they slay brother after brother.
Any way out from this bloodbath?
A choice in this angry swirling wrath?
Could they not fight their own battles,
resorting instead to speeches and rabbles.
"Mere prattle without practice"
A sick ugly truth that rattles in the racket.
No escape from the puppeteers will,
this has become the drill.
Little Toy Soldier,
locked down by torturous fate.
Doomed to never be able to escape.
