A Paper Soldier
Once there lived a soldier,
Handsome and brave,
But he was just a child’s toy.
After all, he was just a paper soldier.
He wanted to remake the world,
To make everyone happy,
Yet, he himself hanged by a thread,
After all, he was just a paper soldier,
He would gladly brave fire and smoke,
To die for you twice over,
But you amused yourselves with him,
After all, he was just a paper soldier.
You would never entrust him
With your important secrets
And why?
Well, because
He was just a paper soldier
He didn’t yearn for a quiet life
But rather, cursing his fate,
Forgetting his paperness,
He asked for flame and fire.
Into the firing line?
Well, what the hell, Go! Are you going?
And one day, off he marched,
And there he burned up,
For nothing.
After all, he was just a paper soldier.