Peace wavers, a novelty once so important, now a relic of times long past. We were heading to San Francisco with flowers in our hair... we were hitching to Yasgur's Farm... but our voices were drown, garbled by hash and acid and babies born in free love. Free us, again, save us from business suits and SUVs and knocking down our fellow man in order to climb that corporate ladder. Save us from ourselves. What was it we stood for? We've become so desensitized to war that no one seems to care any longer. We buy our children their Wiis and we attend the Home Owner's meetings and all that we are affecting now is... nothing. Our voice died. We didn't change anything. We gave up and blended in. Our cause became a movement documented by Time Life Music infomercials we watch late at night, in our bathrobes, suburban comfort, we sip wine but miss the wind in our long hair, the beauty we once represented... Haight Ashbury and Woodstock, just places now, resting in memory's recesses... just stories to tell the kids. We wanted to change the world, but the soldiers still aren't home. 9-11, yellow ribbons tied 'round trees, mothers crying for sons who died way before their time. The patriots say it is right to fight for America, but if we would only stand up and take notice of what America does to other countries... we might not then be so quick to defend her. Who is wrong? Who is right? This perpetual fence always separates... War and peace. Right and wrong. Oil, money, freedom, power... What ever happened to us? What ever happened to love? Our love movement melted into cute bumper stickers and a historical special on VH1, and we sat back and let it dissipate. We kept smoking the weed but we lost the ideals. Why is it that our peace songs never brought about true change? Maybe because we stopped singing them.