Plastic soldiers March onto the Land of forgetfulness.
In the sand box little Jimmy Received his first kiss.
Up in the attic the Morbid Dolls move about onto the ground.
There Strings Left behind,
Forgotten and never found.
The Movement of child spirit is fading day by day,
while little Jimmy renders without one to play.
His Child Spirit fades as it does with all boys as they grow to men.
He will grow to success and forget about all his First friends,
all of his toys in his once cherished playpen.
And now clay shapes lay dried out,
out of their prior place.
His action figures, Motionless,
with dust scattered on, body and face.
But now its time for little Jimmy,
to grow up, Become a man.
He must move on, he must do the best that he can.
with a fading spirit, from child to man
