A row of plastic soldiers all laced in emerald green,

And moulded to perfection, but do not be deceived.

That beneath their shiny plastic, it may be hard to see,

They’re begging to be heard and craving to be seen.

Soldiers who have talents, soldiers who can sing,

Soldiers who can write and soldiers who will dream.

To lead a row of soldiers there’s much more than it seems,

It’s more than just control, when souls are underneath.

A hat.

Wearing it is easy, but leaving a footprint is hard,

It’s the courage to stand up, even when there’s no alarms.

It’s the pride to be humble and sit down.

Even when you are not right, but taking on the feedback,

And continuing in the fight.

It’s the compassion to lend an ear to all that need to speak,

It’s the ability to always balance your own needs and the team.

Because at the end of every day, and stripped down from our green,

What seems to be forgotten is we’re all just human beings.