My pretty toy soldiers marching along,
Conquer lands. Tear down walls and streets with drums and a song.

By the corner of love, lining my troops to conquer my feelings.
Living way too long under the rest of a tree I'm caught up in shady dealings.

Never came to fight but we're in a war.
Blades hitting on blades.  Honestly blood shed was the most I saw.

The many lost minds but not ideas.
Loads of troubling days but lesser fears.
And as a child my best way to make any sense of life were the roles of my toys.
I grew up too fast to never have fun with the other boys.

Worked my heart out now it's camping outside.
I conquer many lands but often so not on grounds of my hate and pride.

Pretty toy soldiers, it's a child's set to play.
The troops gunned down by the short numbers. But living long enough to fight for another day.

My troops, my army, such is this war.
But it's not at it's end for this be the first tour.