wolfingear

Leaves from the vine Falling so slow Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home Brave soldier boy Come marching home Ash in the snow Falling so slow Like fragile, broken hearts With no place to go. Little soldier boy Come marching home Brave soldier boy Come marching home He thought he knew What he was fighting for, But the sight of blood Made him question war. Poor soldier boy Cold and alone, Bombs fall like rain, He's all alone. They're all alone. Those leaves did grow From branches overgrown Drifting slowly down Resting in the snow. Little soldier boy Taken from home