And with out the typographical error, this time.
When I was a little lad
My father was the man
And follow him we did
For he held the master plan
Mum and the siblings
We trotted faithfully behind
As he traveled far and wide
Others the truth to help to find
For he battled evil
And brought the world "The Light"
We were his little soldiers
Who fought "The Good Fight"
But somewhere, somehow
Something went a stray
And right became wrong
So that night was now day
Maybe it was the evil of others
Who were supposed to be good
But were caught doing things
That no Christian ever should
And somehow our paternal hero
Choose to cover up their sin
Closing both ears in the process
And applying religous spin
But the years have had their toll
The sin is for all to see
The questions about the cover ups
Are being asked by you and me
And the once fearless warrior
Is telling lies to protect his back
Which gives all that he ever did
A credibility sad lack
The lies are stacking up
No one believes what they are told
And we ask him alas
For what has his soul been sold
Now when he looks behind him
There are no little soldiers dear
Just his own sword to fall on
To make the truth reappear