Merely a small boy
Running wild with dogs,
Playing heroes with his friends
Pretending they get shot
His father calls him
"Tom!" he shouts
Little boy comes running
As the sun goes out
All is quiet, calm, soothing
From the birds 'caw'
To the morning men
Shouting of 'War'
Stood in the field
Little boy's father
Out of all the men
Nor could be prouder
As waters fall
Clear thoughts away
Today be brave
His mother did say
Stand for the men
Stand for the Martyrs
But most of all
Stand for your father
Let him hear you
Through those bullet shots
Through the broken and wounded
That we forget-them-not
Little boys run
On the fields they fought
