The Tin Man
They said he had no heart at all
they said he felt no pain
The stone-faced man just gave the facts
no feelings would he feign
And then an ancient war broke out
it was one of the worst
The man who was most seasoned
he would report it first
The bullets came from everywhere
small fires raged around
The camera man had focused in
it seemed there was no sound
A little girl had stumbled out
she could have been his own
Her face had blood, her skin torn off
the building had been blown
The girl appeared as in a daze
but still their eyes did meet
Like a classic movie scene
she limped across the street
She held her hands out to the man
his eyes fixed on the girl’s
A bullet flew and she went down
the blood drenched all her curls
The man stood there in silence
like time had stopped in space
The tin man’s heart had melted
the tears streamed down his face
They said he never was the same
the killing took its toll
They said the shot that took the girl
was lodged inside his soul
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