Silly Little Soldier

All these question marks inside her head

The whats, the whys, the hows, and the what ifs

“You overthink too much,” they said

But she goes with Socrates “I think therefore I am”

All these pictures and sounds she recalled

The words, the deeds, all that have done

Pierced through her rib cage, got stuck in her heart

Oh that tower of bricks have broken down