Tiny Soldiers by Yugo

The tiny soldiers march, they march till the end. 
Until the mountain, until the caves.
They face danger.
The fire burns up in the trees.

They march till the end, till the end. 
They march up mountains till the end.

Their hearts are beating like song.
They may have dangers, but they blow them away.
They cross the roads, and walk away.

They are the soldiers, they may be tiny, but they are vicious.
They have black hats, stone feet.
They walk on, till the end.
They will not give up till the end.

They are soldiers, free men.