O’ toy soldier, what do you fight for?
Your gun is fully loaded,
But you point it only at thin air,
Your boots are tied tight,
But plastic holds them together.
Tell me what you stride to accomplish,
You lay in a cold corner of a young boy’s room,
And once you reach the glistening light of day,
Your body slowly melts in its dim rays.
Toy soldier, why do you fight such a fight?
One fit not for a soldier but an army,
Take my advice and give up while you’re ahead,
The sound of an imaginary shot can only ring so far.
Just go back in that drab little box,
Wait for me to tell you which fights to fight,
And which ones truly aren’t right,
My little toy soldier.