Toy Soldiers

Toy Soldiers Four tiny men who did survive Held onto one another staying alive At night the door would open, and the giant shadow appeared Night beatings were something all four came to fear Their mother was passed out drunk in her bed She had visited her friend Jack Daniel's instead She was the toy soldiers mother, an alcoholic one Who slept with the abusive lover for entertainment and fun. He made the toy soldiers fear for their life. Under their pillows for protection, one had hidden a knife Night after night, sometimes for weeks They stood at attention, deprived of sleep The plan was to attack the shadow each one agreed But when the shadow appeared, there was a stampede They hid undercover some hid under their beds The others pulled blankets up over their heads Enough is enough, one of them said We're tired of hiding under our beds Toy soldiers should be playing as other kids do Why should we have to listen to you No protection for the troops from a stone drunk mother Who kept control of the soldiers with her sadistic lover When weeks turned to months, it became pretty clear What had happened to the mother, few loved so dear As the toy soldiers grew older into young men They found out their mother reached a dead end Someone told them she had died Only one toy soldier began to cry These toy soldiers are not as close as they used to be One soldier has died, unfortunately A childhood story no one wants to see One of those toy soldiers just happened to be me. Lpickard