I never want to hear your soldiers fight in spite of fear.
I never want to know where there little feet have yet to go.
I never want to fight a tike that can't even write.
I never want to see what these times destruction have come to know.

Who knew that at sunlight's break you'd hear the marching screams of boys.
Following in line together as if it was just a game.
But those soldiers have seen blood and cries and fear.
Those toy soldiers of the world are not to blame.
Its just the same, to fire and to play. To kill and to laugh.
Those small lost toy soldiers have yet to find their plan.