They laughed at me for the pleasure
They spited on me for entertain
Little tin soldier who gave you such a pain ?
They shot at me when I was down
They stole away my dignity
What have they done to you in this foreign land ?
Miserable, pretty doll, welcome to real life!
I don’t know which world is yours, chaos and
deepest night !

In mine, made of light, full of hope, full of
dreams…
Rainbows would come to comfort you
And lullaby would dry all your tears,
Believe me and come with me in my fairyland!

Can’t you see, war is all around…
They kill everyday more and more !
In my world men don’t fight they all live in love.
No more care for our brothers.

No more pity for innocents !
Vade retro in hell, I can’t believe you, Never !
Mothers raped, children burnt, for the glory of
God !
Let me rest into this peace, can’t face reality …

What if I was lost ?
Should I cry and renounce.
If my reality was a dream,
Would I survive among cruelty ?
My wings are burnt ;
I mourn for the end of innocence !

She died, broken by, things she had, believed
in….
On her tumb you can read forever :
« Here lies a little pretty doll,
Who kept faith in
The world she was livin in…