Young child , his father would say Dont ever let them coerce you away But he as a child he had a mind of his own How else was he to be fully grown?
Strong and brave they came marching on All the young men who came along Old cowards would pass them by bandaged in bags to say goodbye Blinded by what they think they know They all saluted to join the show his fathers chair just rocked away Hoping his son would come back one day
But Old Soldier ,why do you run ? The war is over the battle is won envied by the young cherished by the old Your Fables are written from the stories you’ve told
Maybe its your eyes this turned to stone From the truths you’ve come to know A Third leg and a stumbled walk Is this the dream that they all talk? The past is lost of what the future holds All your days you had lost and sold Out the window you sit and stare Just like your father when he was there.
A child believing the lies of war , he joins against his fathers will and in the end he came to relise the truth of what his father told him.