Milking

And all the kids are looking down And all the kids hear marching sounds They all see the armies on the ground And all the kids are looking down Gun fire after another Hear the fire going higher There is a castle in the air And all the kids are trapped in there There is a king, they don't know where There is a castle in the air Gunfire after another Bright fire shooting higher And the boys cried out but they can't get through to you, through to you And the king cried out but he can't be true to you, true to you If all the kids could reach to see They wonder who the king would be A little boy who looks like me If all the kids could reach to see