Toy Soldier.

Footsteps on the ground.
Left, Left, Left,
Right,
Left.
Our feet clap applaud
against the ground.
I can hear myself breathing.
The commander's orders
just music in the background
to create an affect or something.
Enemy airplanes over head;
there's no shelter.
Trenches filling up with blood and rain.
Flooding out with emotions;
overwhelming.
I'll stand before you,
stripped of my shield and sword,
stripped of my armor and everything
that is between us,
if you'd only embrace me.
Enemy attack!
I can't shoot back.
Will you bury me?
I'm losing everything to this.
Will you bury it all with me?
You're getting simple
with the way you pull that trigger.
Even with your bullets in my skin,
you will not defeat me,
until this heart stops beating.
Will you lose me to this?
You're killing me.
Take cover!
I'll shield you toy soldier,
even if my death is the cost
for your life.
Take cover!
Enemy attack!
And when I die
will you be proud of me yet?
And when I die
will you love me?
Take cover.