Tiny Soldiers

The tiny soldier gathered tiny soldiers on his bed
calling them to battles, he envisioned in his head
child-play rendered battlefields, imagination-fed
no one mourned for toys who never died, who never bled...

Tiny soldiers standing guard would long to play once more
gather dust upon the shelf and watch the chamber door
await the safe returning of their comrade, called to war
to fight on foreign battlefields, protect a foreign shore...

Tiny soldiers stand amongst those childhood memories
beside a fading photograph, where he once use to be
a western union telegraph, a mother's anguished plea
for tiny soldiers who would not, return from oversea.…