I Actually Spoke the Language

Beautiful

Inside the room, she takes her time-
Jealousy and hatred running through her mind-
They must have known the answer
When they said that love is blind,
'Cause she just couldn't see-
No, she would not see

Refrain:
If this is your life, that's beautiful to you
I know you have to be what you have to be-
But even in the hurt and the pain
I put you through-
Maybe someday something will be beautiful
To me, too.

Pity me the rustic life the city couldn't handle,
The emptiness that motivates
Those lonely, tired commands-
But now that it's all over,
Noone really knows the truth
I wanted you to feel the pain
Of some things I've been through.

Refrain:

There's a kind of true relief,
I felt every now and then
In those days it was "Oh My God!"
Just going in for ten-
Everybody had an alibi
But what could they have done?
The world, it wants the very best
So you get next to none.
Don't start....

Refrain:

This is dedicated to my mom, Phyllis.
She told her misinformed middle child Reisa
That in The United States, the draft is not
Legal anymore! So what's with the invountary
cry to Washington?

Drafting Is A form of Slavery

Over in a war somewhere,
Corporals are working late-
Left their lives up to fate,
To keep the people safe-

Refrain:
He said, "I will not fight to kill my brother
And I will not die to hurt my mother-
I would not like to harm another, man.
Drafting is a form of slavery."

My son, he died in bravery-
But drafting is a form of slavery
Na, na, na, na, na,na,na
I'm running off to Canada.

Refrain:

My son, he died for freedom's sake-
But before he could enjoy it,
His life was taken.
Sweet young men with hearts of gold,
Carry rifles on their shoulders.

Refrain.