Whispers on Corners

The silent nights are broken,
By the bullets that fly through the air,
Our family have crouched to the floor,
And I think “do these men not care”.

They are putting our lives all in danger,
I'm sure they have kids of their own,
Why cant they stop all this fighting,
And stay with their own kids at home.

I've turned only eight just this morning,
I thought that the day would be fun,
I never had imagined me crouching here,
Down on the floor with my mum.

The windows are broken and shattered,
As the bullets they randomly fly,
I know that we are all catholics,
But surely its no reason to die.

The things that have happened in Belfast,
They deeply just rip me inside,
Why can I not be a catholic,
Tell me why people should hide.

The soldiers, they stand on the corners,
They sneer as they call out to girls,
Some of them only just teenagers,
Their attitudes are totally absurd.

They say that their here for protection,
Then why to they still turn their heads,
When they see that someone's in danger,
And the innocent still end up dead.

I've lived here for 24 years,
The things I have seen have been bad,
You'd say to me “that's just not human“,
Those men are totally mad.

Bombs that are planted in anger,
They take the lives of the ones whom we care,
One minute they are walking on footpaths,
And the next the rubble lies there.

Now I've lost some family in the troubles,
A whole that remains deep inside,
But these men they say they fight for justice,
That's nothing to hold heads up with pride.

I really just don't understand it,
Why religion still plays a role,
If your not one of their own kind,
Then you've gotta end up in a hole.

I know that it seems so ridiculous,
But trust me that's just how they think,
Religion is something to fight for,
But for me I just think it stinks.

I don't care whether your catholic or protestant,
Your still human and live on the earth,
If children had been taught this when younger,
Instead of brain washed at birth.

Ireland would be one population,
With peace and humanity one kind,
And to death and destruction and murder,
They would be totally blind.

That's one thing that I'll teach my children,
To love each other and always be true,
Don't be afraid of the difference of others,
Because they are just not like you.

I think if I start the equation,
Maybe in some years to come,
Ireland will be more at peace then,
And we wont hear of some mother's son.

The soldiers they'll retreat when not needed,
The fighting will end in good time,
I'm hoping that this dream of mine will happen,
Somewhere, some place, and sometime.