Little soldier, little child,
How could you ever know
The impact of those lives and deaths
or how troubled years would linger so?
To you, playing war is just a game
It's pain you can't conceive.
But in time you'll defend until its end
Our Freedoms to believe
In God, in man and liberty,
In rights for one and all.
Little soldier, little child,
Someday you'll stand as tall.
Written by Maureen Kuehne, 1987
