Little John Brown stares at the scene Two men One tall and broad A green uniform wrapped around his body One short and skinny A blue outfit hugging his chest Different as could be One similarity Each holds a gun in his hand pointed at the other Go soldier boy, he yells in his head He prays the one in green will win Will win the soldier game Will come out victorious and defeat his enemy For little John Brown it is all a game Which soldier wins, which one is shot They remind him of his soldier toys The little ones The ones that sit under his christmas tree Ready to fight and once they die they come back They come back to play again To defeat the enemy that conquered them Old man Earl watches the scene infront of him Two men One big with confidence In reality rather small The other small with fear Though actually rather big Old man Earl stares in fear These two men have too much to lose Not enough to gain by killing the other He watches the one that appears big take a confident step The one that appears small shakes in his boots The scene is tragic Two men fight for a cause they hardly know about And the heat of their subtle disagreement Will end in the loss if a precious life For the little boy it is but a game But for old man Earl there is a life on the line One pleads go soldier boy, go And the other Run soldier boys, run