All the little soldiers walking in a row
Where they are heading, nobody knows
He tried to satisfy her
She tried to blow
But he was killing all the little soldiers
She didn’t know
Now the little soldiers were walking in his head
Every single day
Pretending to be dead
She needed love
But he was dead below
What could she do
She didn’t know
All the little soldiers tried to explain
They were just going home
Now they’re dead in vain
He couldn’t satisfy her
No matter how hard he tried
He couldn’t satisfy her
It was like everything had died
All the little soldiers walking in a row
Heading up to heaven
Waving as they go
He started to cry
She walked away
All the little soldiers walking in a row
Stopped before the gates
Waiting till he showed
He was now at peace
Forgiveness was bestowed
All the little soldiers walking in a row.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
The little soldiers are meritorious
It seems
Carrying the whims at please
Well penned dear poet
how loud the powers that be applaud these brave men.
how quick they turn a blind to their suffering once out of uniform;
i applaud you as well Paul;
Definitely, the forgotten ones.
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