How about this one from , I think, Mickey MacConnell, who also wrote "Only Our Rivers Run Free".

We knew we faced the power that comes from money
When we marched against the empire's mighty schemes.
They were armed with special powers and legislation
while we were armed with youth and foolish dreams.
But it seemed so right in Derry that Sunday
when we took them on and built our barricades.
We were an army dressed in faded jeans and sandals
too young and full of pride to be afraid.
We believed in things like justice, truth and freedom.
We believed we had a right to liberty.
And we believed that we could build a new tomorrow.
That's how it seemed to Peter Pan and me.

We soon learned the truth of street rebellion
as that city crumbled round us stone by stone.
Betrayed by those who promised they would help us
against guns and tanks and troops we stood alone.
Revolution is no game for foolish dreamers
for dreamers never know the price that must be paid.
We soon learned that all truth comes from a rifle,
we learned to bleed and die and be afraid.
And soon no-one spoke of justice, truth or freedom,
and no-one gave one damn for liberty.
All we hoped was that we might go on surviving -
we grew up fast young Peter Pan and me.

The empire gave us fear and death and prison
There's no mercy from that military machine
So our children swapped their faded jeans and sandals
for hoods and guns with loaded magazines
Now the years have wrought their cruel retribution
and our brothers and our sisters bear the pain
as both sides search for a military solution,
and the politicians play their murderous games.
Among the dead lie justice, truth and freedom,
And among the dead lie hope and liberty
So if you care enough to mourn brave new tomorrows
pull up a chair, join Peter Pan and me.