One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.

Only as strong as our love for this land, only as tall as we stand.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame Is there anybody here who wouldn't mind a murder by another name?