Soldiers Marbles and Dreams
Shall i talk of day dreams?
Heads in cloudy moments
Windows that creak on windy days?
Or shall i talk of me?
Soldiers marbles and dreams
Conkers and playgrounds
Skipping school and finding dreams
Scrubbing my knees
Marbles or the gentle art of school boy competition
The joy is found in repetition
Beating all the competition
Running home with pockets full.
Soldiers. Tiny men to play with
Upon my open battlefield
Where boys become men
Only soldiers marbles and dreams.