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)