I could not doubt the devotion of a Toy Soldier
To stand for so long
For what has been forsaken

His shoes
Which, once upon a time, had been black
Are now chipped and stained
His buttons
Once brilliant and polished
Are now dull and hanging only by threads
His face
Once adorned with regal features
Is now distorted and deformed

Tell me Toy Soldier
How heavy is that rifle
The one you have never dropped
The one you never gave up
And how weary are your legs
Cursed to carrying the burden of your own weight
For as long as you last

Tell me Toy Soldier
Where are you now
Lonely and forgotten
Outdated and obsolete

So why Toy Soldier, why
Do you stand there still