Darling darling,
what's wrong,
why can't you tell me?
Are you afraid I won't understand,
that I won't see?
Oh.
You've enlisted..
How could you have?
It's dangerous..
Why didn't you just listen?
You're leaving me,
here,
on my own?
I suppose,
I should've guessed,
it's not like it wasn't always known.
Always talking about fighting,
I have no idea why.
I should have listened more carefully,
but I would still cry.
Goodbye comes and goes,
so does he.
Soldier boy, Soldier boy has left me here,
the future I can't foresee.
Fighting for peace,
it seems funny.
It's a cause he cares about
even it's just for the puppet masters with money.
The letters come and go
as quickly as he did.
Trying to stop him would have been redundant,
even if his actions I forbid.
I listen to news headlines,
and for the phone to ring.
I do my part,
raise the flag,
the Star-Spangled Banner I sing.
But the inevitable
comes for
the Soldier Boy..
A knock on the door,
a telegraph given,
knees hit the floor,
hoping for a different message hidden
in the words
Soldier boy isn't coming home,
the light diminished that he once shone.
It's funny,
a boy who fights for the peace.
He found it at last,
at the cost,
no one could have known.
Soldier boy, Soldier Boy
fought for peace,
a great light diminished,
never again to be shone.
His hope for peace
lying beneath
the dirt and stone.
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