Little soldier boy send to fight a war that isn’t his own,
bids farewell with encouraging words, no fear in his voice.
With pride and will power a promise is made to come back home safe
Though it may seem he won’t return even in optimistic dreams, a crimson bloodstream waits for him.
Through long winter, followed by spring and summer, through ever changing fall, the boy never came back.
The sun fading rays bathing landscapes with rich colors and shapes greeted a marching troop carrying a small casket, men clenching eyes resisting helpless tears.
Trees rustling softly along the chilly breeze, create a symphony of sorrow and peace for a young boy’s body who has gone still.
Fragile leaves fall and dance with the wind, lifted towards the sky to finish out their lives.
A moment of silence as quiet as snow is held to honor a brave soldier buried underneath roots of a growing willow tree.
Little soldier boy did not come back marching home.
Little soldier boy.
Based on uncle Iroh’s song