Tin Soldier

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A new day rises over the distant horizon,

Staining the sky a dusty rose.

A woman-child watches its ascent,

And wonders if her soldier knows.

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Her heart pounds and she holds her breath,

As delicate fingers trace the letter's edge.

She prays for her soldier to come home.

She has a promise to keep, and he a pledge.

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Again, she wonders if he knows.

Still she tries to carry through,

Her days are long, and the nights, too.

But in the dark her dreams lead her true.

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Sighing gently, she wipes away a tear,

And in her hand she clutches a child's toy.

A small, and perfect, tin soldier…

He was merely a boy!

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This they trained, and took away.

This they taught and molded to fight.

Just one in the masses over there.

He is her one and only light.

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Another tear caresses her cheek,

Her only comfort as she holds the tin.

Still she must wonder,

Will he come home, again?

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-Yabou

We miss you more than you will ever know, my tin soldier. Come home safely, Samuel!