Soldier Boy - Fates Warning

Little soldier, plastic pistol

Aiming for the head

Now you see me now you don’t

You missed me, you’re dead

Laughing, hiding in the bushes

Scatter for your life

Little soldier tripped and fell

Get him with your knife

Electric eye is loaded

It shows them it’s okay to kill

They eventually will

Mother calls you in for lunch

Put the war on hold

Too rough to play with other kids

How many times you’ve been told

Laugh at pain it’s silly

He’d make the soldiers bleed

Break the flesh, twist the bone

Bring them to their knees

You don’t throw stick and stone

You leave the little girls alone, she said

First sight of blood at ten

Fell off the swing and cracked his head

A still and quiet conscience

Regardless of their doom

The victims play, they’re on their way

Soldier Boy

No sense they have, of ills to come

Nor care beyond ills of today

They’ve lost their way, Soldier Boy

Playgrounds into battle fields

Diapers into green and stripes

Mold plastic into steel, the war is real

The solders fight tonight

Little soldier falls once more

Sees red glow like the sun

Mother calls him back to

Arlington, in Washington