Not far removed from childhood days
And soon forgotten carefree ways
Don’t look back, no don’t think twice
Their innocence is sacrified
No time for playing anymore
Toy soldiers marching off to war
Wind them up
They wind up dying
Too many people
Wind up crying
The poor must lose
So the rich can win
And so we
Wind them up again
Young strangers in a foreign land
No home fires burning, only sand
No mother’s touch, no love at all
No one to catch you when you fall
No time to think. No time to feel
This is no game. The risk is real
Wind them up
They wind up dying
Too many people
Wind up crying
The poor must lose
So the rich can win
That’s why we
Wind them up again
Jaded by all they have seen
An innocent turns cold and mean
Survival is a cruel game
It’s victim’s, never quite the same
Pawns, these children in a line
Toy soldiers made from yours and mine
Wind them up
They wind up dying
Too many people
Wind up crying
The poor must lose
So the rich can win
Why must we
Wind them up again
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