I saw a little man today, broken in two
I saw he was a soldier, plastic and green-blue
At first I thought of a sad child,
And then I thought of a son
How many toy soldiers do we have?
How many battles have they lost but fought still more,
How many deaths have they witnessed, gone through
Only to be set up again?
How many soldiers do we have?
How many battles must they fight?
How many deaths have they witnessed?
How many times can one man die?
Tell me that a broken toy soldier
Left out in the rain
Is a cause for sadness
When a man can't come home again