The little soldier boy His daddy is fighting in Iraq. His mommy is fighting tears. His brother is fighting death. He is fighting his desolation and fears. Friends are but a dream and companions are an illusion. School is a concentration camp, but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion. His training school is loneliness. His milestones are fears, thrust in lies. His only weapon is faith and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries. Strength left his fragile body and he lost the fight in life so coy, yet on his knees he conquered agony and I call him the little soldier boy.