Soldier Boy

<br>Little soldier, plastic pistol<br>aiming for the head.<br>Now you see me, now you don`t.<br>You missed me, you`re dead.<br>Laughing, hiding in the bushes,<br>scatter for your life.<br>Little soldier tripped and fell,<br>get him with your knife.<br><br>Electric eye is loaded,<br>it shows them it`s okay to kill.<br>They eventually will.<br><br>Mother calls you in for lunch,<br>put the war on hold.<br>Too rough to play with other kids,<br>how many times you`ve been told.<br>Laugh at pain it`s silly.<br>He`d make the soldiers bleed.<br>Break the flesh, twist the bone,<br>bring them to their knees.<br><br>You don`t throw stick and stone,<br>you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them<br>alone.<br>First sight of blood at ten,<br>fell off the swing and cracked his head, it`s all red.<br><br>A still and quiet conscience,<br>regardless of their doom,<br>The victims play, they`re on their way,<br>Soldier Boy.<br>No sense they have, of ills to come.<br>Nor care beyond ills of today,<br>they`ve lost their way, Soldier Boy.<br><br>Playgrounds into battle fields,<br>diapers into greens and stripes,<br>Mold plastic into steel, the war is real,<br>the solders fight tonight.<br>Little solder falls once more,<br>sees red glow like the sun.<br>Mother calls him back to<br>Arlington, in Washington.<br><br>You don`t throw stick and stone,<br>you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them<br>alone.<br>First sight of blood at ten,<br>fell off the swing and cracked his head, it`s all red.<br><br>A still and quiet conscience,<br>regardless of their doom,<br>The victims play, they`re on their way,<br>Soldier Boy.<br>No sense they have, of ills to come.<br>Nor care beyond ills of today,<br>they`ve lost their way, Soldier Boy.