Standing on the ground
I did not run
Bringing my hands up
As I hold my gun;
I took that shot
Of what was mine.
It's ok, I'm daddy's little soldier,
I do it all the time.
I slice my arm
As I drew my blood
Watching it flow,
Into that cold, dirty mud.
I stare at it hard,
Knowing it will catch the ghoul,
Its ok, I'm daddy's little soldier,
I'll be his tool.
He is shooting,
I want it to be done
But I can't stop
'Cuz this is all for mom.
He pauses,
As I stare,
It's ok, I'm daddy's little soldier,
But this is all I can bear.
Drawing my last breath
As I dropped that gun,
I look up to Sam
Hoping he would run.
I look to the side
As I see him cry,
It's ok, I'm daddy's little soldier,
I did this all the time.