Toy Soldier

Two different people
One single girl
Childhood of laughter
Experience of horror

For I am hurting
For I hold joy
Haven’t you even known the feeling
Of serving as a toy?

A gift has its purpose
It’s existence lies plainly still
As we tear away crumbled wrappings
And behold our blazing will

Our masters lead us differently
Command us til we decay
What’s left of us comes rotting
Our remains left to be carried away

But some of us are reluctant
We hold firmly to our place
As who I am and once was
Splits messily to form new face

And what of this toy soldier
Lying wounded at your feet?
I am the torn survivor
Fleeing from the clutches of defeat

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