Technically not a real ballad, but here is another old poem of mine.
I once loved a revolutionary I loved nothing more than her Her smile, her voice, her glowing eyes Reflected in the flames Of the torch in her hands And on the streets that she walked Her eyes never saw my smile But to injustice and hatred She was never blind Nor to the people that create it. And everything she ever did Was making life worth living it
But one day she went out Told me she'd be back tonight But the next time I saw her Was with two bullets for eyes And I love a revolutionary I love nothing more than her Her smile, her voice, her silvery eyes Reflected in the flames Of the pin in my heart As I walk the streets that she walked