That metal bowl that you positioned upon your head
Was unbalanced
at a right angle was the rim and with your presence
I didn't feel so grim
Your slumped posture and flimsy solute
Was what made a poor man feel not as destitute
And that smile is what sailed so easily upon the empty seas of my inner wonders
Toy soldier marching so eagerly into madness
Where the seas and the winds embraced such a presence
That which showed appreciation to the depth
That called to the yearning and undesired
And defied the ones that exploit and masquerade
But as so we ball and dance in the ever ending moonlight
Toy soldier do you love what you’ve become
or do you shun and escape at the slightest crevice
In that war torn facade that is upheld by the fear of looking vulnerable
Growing pains and hoping at the end of the day that I can die sane
A privilege not at the disposal of the world but a few
The tired, growing pains
You are the product of a 6.6. Earthquake
Don’t be saddened by the things you couldn’t understand
They’re just afraid of how you make things shake
Toy soldier don’t feel arm-less when absent of the ones created by man
With subtle hands that only allow the specs of sand to peddle on and flow
Or do you up the anxed and pierce the time of another’s
with something as small as the confidence in yourself
Cowardly,lost, and the feeling of hopelessness
As there is no barrier of the crown
For a war bound kingdom
So stand with your eyes swaying to the stars
And with the guilt of not altering tomorrow dwindle
Lastly, Toy Soldier I’m not to inquire anymore answers
Because you’ve answered the Pandora box
Which was the accepted the course of the unknown
and it’s oblivious state and now and watched how you’ve grown
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021