Toy Soldiers in the Attic

Toy soldiers in the attic left there in dust
Their faces melted to bullets
An old uniform covered in gold and stories are told about a man so bold
He was lost at sea on his knees begging please take me home to where I belong
To where I belong

Black suits and ties at the funeral he lies and family sat and cried
Day and night the navy unites and bow their heads down
They pray that one day he will return unexpectedly
And everyone will be happy to see him again
Because that's where he belongs
That's where he belongs

A remnant of past
We sit back and laugh
As memories act as photographs
Mom flips through the pages
Thought you've been gone for ages
Your brother, your sister
You're father that kissed you to bed
Wish you the best
And want this mess to come to an end

When the lights go on again
Rain or snow will fall instead
Bombs and all the fighter jets
No more threats to the London bridge

Toy soldiers in the attic left there in dust
Their faces melted to bullets



Credits
Writer(s): George Moss
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