Black RibbonThe black ribbon blows in the breeze The heavy rain beats the ground, tuned to your heartTears of pain stain your rosy cheeksThe black ribbon tied in your hair, gently blowing to and froThe pounding rain never ceasingYour heart is a rapid drums beating Tears of hatred tears of pain, all to come again and againThe black ribbon's swaying, showing it's thereThe rain's crashing and bangingMimicking your constant painingThe silent tears run down your faceThe drum beat quickensThe the black ribbon leaves without a traceThe storm's pounding clearsThe drum beat steadiesThe tears cease to comeThe pain to lightenSudde
War is not FairDo not cry when war draws nearThe cheaters will win, there's nothing to fearWe are men of slaughter, dying in sinIn hopes that in the end our own side will winWhat does it accomplish, I must askWhy is it in blood that we do bask?Those who try with peace to keepDwell in dark corners only to weepSoldiers, warriors, so strong and boldEarn medals crested in silver and goldBut It is not them who are highly prizedBecause of them, millions have died ...in innocent blood ...or in crimson sin ...death unfair in love and war