"they'll soldier on."
tin soldier
we're all a little like soldiers
fighting every day
to get our own way.
life is war
and all we want is salvation
but all we get
is victory
and that we cannot guarantee.
so we live everyday
with the thought
that we'll be alive tomorrow
and that's what makes us happy.
we haven't given up yet
we can't give up just yet.
we forge on for victory
or we die for salvation.
fate is our commander
destiny, our colonel
luck is our country
and love is the close ally
who we tell everything to
but who always betrays us in the end.
yes, i do think we are
hollow tin soldiers
living in a lego house
fighting for a country of dreams,
holding on to sanity
only to be blown down
by the smallest gust of wind.
but don't worry,
we'll get up again.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poesía"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
