Broken Toy Soldier

I remember holding you in my hand, you were new, 

 red, white and pretty blue

Oh, so perfect with not even the slightest scratch on you

Your shoulders strong, squared back with such authority,
always marching to and from with top priority

 What happened, what went wrong my little boy blue to all your lovely new?

I hold you now and it saddens me to see 

how worn you are

 Your shine is all but gone now and your color has faded,

You have deep dented scratches of someone jaded

To many years gone bye of being tossed about, 
lost and downtrodden but never forgotten

My mind wonders how they all became so apparent, 

your scratches and damage that were done.
 you know, where there use to be none

How high was the place where you first fell from?

Toy Soldier, how I yearn to find the right key,

 that will wind you up and bring life again to you and me. 

The possibility of what could still be there, 

seems to rarely appear

Your eyes have lost their outward search of hope and glory,

 and cast their gaze instead on what's dark and gory 

I have seen your worth and I have no desire for a replacement, so I will wash, love and mend you the best I can, 

So you are not treated as some tin can

Toy Soldier, I do see a future of restoration 

so I will place you on the shelf of safety and preservation. 

You see, I am in need of tender care myself

 I am never far but always near, 
watching over what I hold so dear

You can fall no more, or be mistreated by the hands of others. You will not be overlooked in a dark cabinet of your past but stand free in the future of the warm sunlight that streams in from the window of possibility. 

How about, You find your shine, 

fade no more, and I my beating heart 

Together we will let the toy maker who has made us all,
be your key and me his doll

So when I myself have been made new with no

 scratches to see, or dents to mend on me, 

Then again I will be ready for the odd beat of the,
 rum tum tum of my toy soldiers drum