A Poem for Sally, for sometimes, the heroes don't win
Soldier Boy
(Reprise)
She o.f.t.e.n asked why
W?H?Y
Why would they do t/h/i/s to her?
They took her only s-o-n
(Drifting slowly down, resting on the loam.
Little soldier boy, taken from home)
And he wasn't coming b^a^c^k
Crying
Tears
Sadness
Not even her h*u*s*b*a*n*d could c~o~m~f~o~r~t her
And then
HE
had come
(The father)
Him. The god.
He told her how s+o+r+r+y he was
{So, so, sorry}
The he w.i.s.h.e.d there was s|o|m|e|t|h|i|n|g he could do
Bring him back.
[That's what he could do]
But even she k`n`e`w that was i_m_p_o_s_s_i_b_l_e.
(Unheard of)
She k#i#c#k#e#d him out
She couldn't bare to see him
He (looked) too much like his s/o/n
So much it h.u.r.t
&&she missed him
her son
She'd never see him again
Never. Never. Never.
He was g^o^n^e forever.
Forever. Forever. Forever.
And that, wasn't f:a:i:r
But it wasn't s*u*p*p*o*s*e*d to be fair
She'd been "t"o"l"d"
She'd k,n,o,w,n
She'd e+x+p+e+c+t+e+d this
("They don't live very long")
But you're not supposed to d^i^e after you child does
But she wi||
Her brave soldier boy left
and he w.a.s.n.t coming back.
(Little soldier boy says, "carry me home,"
Sleeping soldier boy, is carried home)
