Soldiers of Misfortune

The pitter patter of the innocent
Becomes a soldier's march into despair
Soft eyes filled with morning mist
Quickly turn to stone
In the heat of
Father's glare

A tiny little whisper sets the poison drip
To turn the gentle mind to twist like twine
And soon the truth becomes a lie
The sun becomes a blight
As shown through
Father's eyes

When will they know
When will they know
When will they know
Peace

Father gasps the poison air
Dying on a bed of silk and stone
The children grown weep at his throne
And with a lash of his venom tongue
The soldiers vow to
March on

When will they know
When will they know
When will they know
Peace



Credits
Writer(s): Sledgehammer Susan
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