They pretend.
They pretend we are just an ekalead. So we try to truth the lie even when inside the truth is
We feel like these buildings are crashing down on us and our strength is diminishing
They don't see Our structures are breaking and so there's no one to reach us through the cracking
What are we to do when we're each a toy soldiers casting seemingly stuck in the battles that are forever lasting?
If they'd just listen they'll understand that This is not our wonderland, when the blood from our brothers feels like it's a causing from our own two hands
That feeling should never be an experience of man
But they think we are fine, we don't hurt, we don't cry, for we aren't supposed to feel
See they don't seem to realize what we hold and hide within our own wounds as we shadow cast the truth...that we Toy Soldiers bleed too
We just hide it better and conceal it longer, hold it smarter, because we know what to do and how to not let it show through
For The images we keep from them that are mercilessly graven into our minds we know would tear apart them and break their gallery of mind and cause them to forfeit everything they know and believe
So forever we'll fight, hide, side line the pain and bleed because we as toy soldiers never surrender our stand as we watch each other fall from hand to hand
and why? Because we know no matter what just like a loop the bullets fly and the deaths will rise
This is what we are
Toy soldiers we live but Brothers we are and brothers we'll fall for saviors of this is what we are all
©crowz
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