Golden Ribbons (antiwar song)

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

Golden Ribbons
Jim Messina

Listen to the people crying,
hoping for the day they will be free.

I don’t have to tell you we are dying.
Just wake up, and take a look, and what do you see?

I see young men my own age in coffins,
and mothers in tears for their sons,

And sweethearts and wives alone with their memories,
and golden ribbons those fortunes of war.

And thousands and thousands will gather together
seeking to find the man we all need

and the son will bring us together.
Hallelujah Rid ourselves of the pain we all see.

We see young men our own age in coffins,
and mothers in tears for their sons.

Sweetheart’s and wives alone with their memories,
and golden ribbons those fortunes of war.

What does it to avail a man to gain fortune and lose his son?
What does it to avail a man to gain fortune and lose his son?
What does it to avail a man to gain fortune and lose his son?

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Bring 'em home!
Impeach Bush!
Arrest Cheney!
Prosecute Ashcroft!
Fire Rumsfeld!