Boys And Toys
The Wooden SwordAs I sit amidst a field of paper and words
My eyes stare out from a sea of swords
Yet how can I stand tall head to head
How can I stand up shoulder to shoulder
With the countless living and the dead
With those who stood firm to defy
To talk out loud
To walk so tall
When I am little, meek and small
To run together side by side
With the many great in a charging tide
When the helms of faction fiercely collide
When the impact would send me reeling
That I am thrown down to the ground
Trampled upon like a stray fallen child
A wounded warrior bleeds
But he would stand his ground
The beaten child weeps instead
Would the honest cry of pain
Become the howl of battle fury
Driving back the foes that surround
A stick gashes the ground, rising dust
A blade draws a line between loyalties
Where can I stand amongst the brave
Amongst the countless living and dead
A runt amongst the titans of legend
Fables of battle and courage sing to my ears
As I sit amidst a field of paper and words
My eyes stare out from a sea of swords
The one I really wish to strike down
Is that weak hapless child
To finally bleed and no longer weep
To have the man within finally stand
With a blade poised to finally cut
But I am just a little boy with a wooden sword
