Our Little Toy Soldiers
They left us marching two by two
And came home one by one
Covered with medals or covered with flags,
Their scars not caused by guns
Our little toy soldiers, polished up bright
Stood proud and tall, forever upright
And that's how we buried them, holding their guns
Then we restarted, using their sons.
Poor little Johnny has grown up too fast,
He lost his righteous youth,
No longer searching for a right path
No longer wanting the truth
Lost on the battlefield or buried in grief,
And never quite knowing a sense of relief-
Our little toy soldiers broke in the war
And never did find out what their fight was for-
And though they think it over and over,
The Devil keeps marching on.