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Teenage Crusade We’ll lead our own crusade And the followers will come March in the parade To the beat of the drum Bun Dun Dun Bun Dun Dun The beat will get faster With every new member March until we cause a disaster March until december The beat is advancing As four more join right in Soon we’ll all be dancing To the beat of our own sin Bun Dun Dun Bun Dun Dun Bun Dun Dun Teenagers in mass Fed up with the world Attention to the class: Our plan has unfurled It can’t be long now Before the beat gets too fast Will our leader please take a bow We’ll be listened to at last With one final hit On the drum of youth You step to speak over it But only the truth You tell of the fighting Yelling, crying misunderstood Can’t get through, even with writing But here and now we should As the parents line up At the cemetery gates You raise your cup To an army of future inmates They can’t understand Why we’re gathered here today But what we have planned Will happen anyway You pick up a gun A knife, and some drugs Explain that we’re done With not getting hugs Not getting attention The kind that we need Did we forget to mention That we’d rather bleed Than put up with your actions All day and night We wait for reactions Wait for the light But the sun does not come It’s the rain and the clouds It’s leaving us numb But we’re still fighting the crowds With a scream and a choke A parent drops dead This is no joke No more to be said Remember one day The rebels will win Even if today They just begin Don’t fight with your child Or beat them around One day we’ll run wild And kill you without a sound No one will hear you cuss Or scream or yell Like no one heard us When we were stuck in hell In the end…. We’ll lead a crusade And the followers will come March in the parade To the beat of the drum. Letter to a Friend Friendships come And friendships go And youre the only Friend I know Who has stood beside me Day in, day out Who loved me without a doubt we had our times when we wouldnt speak that left both of us eager and weak we wouldnt even last a day before we had something to say and its been too long since Ive told you but my friend did you know its friendship week and so its time to speak I love you More than the ever Ill stay with you For always and forever And when your ill And stuck in bed Ill chase the headache From your head Well go to the park And sit in the shade And hope the memories Never fade But its been a while Since Ive remembered much Youve been away On trips and such You called to check If I was alright But we ended up In a fight This time I feel ill And when I was stuck in bed You created the headache In my head But after a bit I was feeling better So I agreed To write you a letter "When I started falling fast You grabbed my hand forgot the past pulled me up hugged me tight swore to god wed never fight ever again as long as the stars shine no more arguments or crossing the line so Im with you again and all is well we were apart once but you cant tell I hope you forgive And easily forget The things that filled us With regret Dear friend I love you More than ever And I will be with you Always and forever." Dear America: Our Soldiers Are Dying Its thoroughly enraging Let me tell you To be thoroughly engaging In this Iraq war That is of No use at all No use to wish for more When the Americans are now losing Men and women and young children Are all dying their families Are left crying Cant tell me Im lying Nineteen year old David Crombie Of Nevada Was killed when a roadside Bomb detonated near his Humvee on the 7th of June 2006 And so instead of going on to college Hes going on to heaven But they knew the risks versus rewards Yet when it came time for the rewards The risks outweighed and so here they stayed frozen after a bullet penetrated their bullet proof vest plunging into that soldiers chest hitting a vein or artery but America is still blind to see So now 21 year old Paul Collins Helicopter crashes after an apparent Rocket strike So his family will get the letter saying Dear Mr. and Mrs. Collins We are sorry to inform you that Your son will be going on To a better place now that hes a hero That he died for his country For what he believed in His service will be held to honor him Flag flying half mass Meanwhile Bush is still half a** Deciding , confused on what to do Yet he continues sending more And more troops to meet their fate Cant tell me I aint got No reason to hate Open your eyes Listen to the lies He tells everyday It was all right in the beginning But now its elevated Get out of Iraq Because now were the problem No longer Bin Laden Suddams dead No more dirt trodden By U.S. boots One more shot to end it all Will that do Or does everyone need To continue to suffer God bless America The home of the free land of the brave one life left to save and thats yours its theirs its one man against a nation who will get the job done Mrs. Clinton we welcome you So warmly so go ahead n hurry And end this madness End this grief and sadness One more shot rings out It hits the source of the pain One more loss one more gain And its over finally They can sleep Knowing that the bullet Didnt go to deep Or that daddy, mommy, brother, or sis No longer will they miss An American hero. |