Drummer Boy

rhyming/sad/war/soldiers

Drummer boy is whistling on,

and sad looks are the thing,

they hope that they won't die alone,

so they sadly hope and sing,

 

Wondering how they got in this mess,

and hoping they won't die,

sad looks, weeping, what to do,

that's our drummer guy,

 

brave but lonely-that's are kid,

he beats that drum with pride,

as soldiers beat and shoot their guns,

but drummer boy won't hide,

 

bloody, oozy, that's the soldier,

he's the one to die,

but they stand up tall and hold their heads,

they won't be seen to cry,

 

drummer boy is still on drummin',

wishing friends good bye,

maybe he'll end up to live,

holding his head up high,

 

he beats that drum with strength and will,

and hopes his friends are alive,

the streets are bloody-guns still shoot,

on bread and wood he'll survive,

 

he prays to God and holds his tears,

and makes sure he doesn't wail,

if they see him lose control,

after all that, they will fail,

 

he's their mascott, he's their hope,

he's all that they've got left,

don't you cry and don't you steal,

'cause killing's like a theft,

 

drummer boy keeps his head high,

and tries to hold his tears,

blood is oozing from his friend,

as his soldiers let out cheers.

 

 

Author's Note

sad/