Freedom’s Cost


Countless lives have been lost
The endless debt of freedoms cost

A soldier leaves, be it husband or wife
To fight the war that will take their life

A commitment to a newfound brother
Leaves only a memory for their mother

It is not the dirt, the oil or gold
But the hope of their family to hold

Under the red, white and blue
Bravery and courage of heart beats true

Give thanks to the soldier who pays the price
For the endless tours and self-sacrifice

And in whose mind still wages a war
Of which they try to close the door

To the pain and suffering that remain
The soldier is home but never the same.

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