Boy Soldier

He leaves with

Nothing

But a promise to return

A smile that is now

An old memory

Our boy soldier

Marching

To war

His is proud and dignified

When he wears that man's costume

And more powerful, stronger, bigger

When he twirls that rifle

In his excited hands

And his eyes steady,

He waves goodbye

But his retreating back

Shows nothing more than

That he's still a young boy

Come back, foolish man

You brave boy

For we are waiting for the day

Where our boy soldier comes

Marching home

Marching home