how ironic?..my first thought
streets of blood and misery
where the war was fought
Cradled in her arms
a bullet thru' his head
she was learning how to cry
now her man was dead
Aching of the heart
the cruellest blow to bear
how would she revenge
the love no longer shared
The unborn child she carried
would be born to hate and bigotry
raised like all the others
In the illusion of being free
They can't put aside the differences
that's not the way they're taught
they learn from an early age
the way the war is fought
Religion against religion
papist against prod
If they could only understand
they worship the SAME GOD
I pray that all the senseless violence
can be put aside and peace prevail
but when bigotry is the byword
I fear that peace shall will always fail