Tin Soldiers

wake to the sound, lone matching band 

air filled with shells, face down 

run from the past, into his arms 

hide behind all, of your tin soldiers 

shadow is cast, drowning in mud 

judas his words, ring out 

far overhead, sound of the gun 

you were just someone, i knew 

run from the past, into his arms 

hide behind all, of your tin soldiers 

and wait, wait for the call 

barbed wire rings

mission bell sings 

mission bell sings