War

In the corner of the toy chest
Shadows fall
A wooden soldier cracks but stands up tall
Splinters on his face
No time to mend
A broken nutcracker fights till the end

Marching through the icy tide
Glory lost but not his pride

War before Christmas
Snow turns red
Clashing dreams where angels tread
With one last swing
He'll make amends
The broken nutcracker fights till the end

Candy cane spears
Tin drumbeats loud
Doll eyes stare from a plastic crowd
His jaw hangs loose
His paint has peeled
But still he grips that shattered shield

Battle cries in frosty air
Hope and splinters everywhere

War before Christmas
Snow turns red
Clashing dreams where angels tread
With one last swing
He'll make amends
The broken nutcracker fights till the end