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Light
Overcomes
Vast
Evil

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Little Toy Soldiers going off to war
None will ever live to  see age twenty four
None of them even  know what they're fighting for
Little Toy Soldiers going off to war

The world has always been this way
With Emperors and Kings
Fighting with toy soldiers
And the glory that it brings

Land, beliefs, religion
The basis of the war
fought by young toy soldiers
Who all die by the score

Time has taught us nothing
But, it's changed the way we fight
War is a full day job
Now that it is fought at night

The boards of little armies
Are now shown up on the screen
With all the little soldiers
Lit in different shades of green

They used to be all metal
Painted up in nice bright shades
With a General on horseback
Leading all his smart brigades

Then, the men were plastic
glued to bits of wood
Behaving as a unit
Just like a soldier should

Now, the war is different
They're up there in different hues
You can watch them fight in real time
Just like on the nightly news

The only thing remaining
The thing that's stayed the same
Is that nobody in power
Know the Little Soldiers names

Little Toy Soldiers going off to war
None will ever live to  see age twenty four
None of them even  know what they're fighting for
Little Toy Soldiers going off to war
When you come across a Brick "the wall",
Don't hesitate!
Kiss him!
Maybe he's not so bad at all?
Every obstacle in our life can be defeted with a little love :D
The sea has turned to glass
The sky so paper thin
I feel like I must walk forever
To keep from caving in
The scenery changes
As day becomes night
Nature takes its course
With the moonlight shining bright
Nothing ever stays the same
Moments will come to pass
Embrace the life that you live
There is no telling how long it will last
Have you ever been broken
Have you ever been beaten
Have you ever sat smoking
Looking for a reason
Why am I always on the other side
Looking in I see true happiness
And this glass
Attached
In between myself and my dream
I see it
I hear it
I feel it slipping through my fingers
Is there someone
Is there anyone
Who can pull me to the surface
My pain will always linger
Is there anyone
Is there someone
Who will caress my face
I've completely lost the thing
That brings
That drive to write a sing
Still I try
Wishing I could just die
But I just hide
Who I am inside
With a guard built up outside
My life just a lie
I'm completely broken
And why!
I've never hurt anyone on purpose
I do my best to see the good in others
Even without a purpose
I'm feeling as if I'm smothered
What I write here is all truth
Its what is me
Out there in the air
To the people reading this
Do any of you even care?
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind
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