Call It Peace Or Call

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

Love Is A Rainbow Curving Down From The Sky, Falling Crystals Of Color, Shades Of Warm That Never Die.

Well I've Seen Travel In Many Waysi've Traveled In Cars And Old Subwaysbut In Birmingham Some People Choseto Fly Down The Street From A Fire Hose.doin' Some Hard Travelin'...from Hydrants Of Plenty.

It's Always The Old To Lead Us To The War. It's Always The Young To Fall.

Does Defending Liberalism Leave You Friendless And Perhaps Wondering About Your Breath?