Freedom is Not Free
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By Cheryl Berger. Why do we call it freedom When freedom is not free. The cost was blood and sweat And tears that bought our liberty. Look beyond our nation's banner Waving proudly in the breeze Across the plains and mountains Thru the valleys, o'er the seas. And see a people of variety Living side by side In God we trust, our motto Just laws our leaders' guide. Yet some still take for granted They neglect to understand How great a sacrifice was made To dwell in this free land. For many left their loved ones Their friends, their families Standing true to oaths once taken To defend our liberties. Holding fast they fought for freedom Both at home and then abroad Spilling blood upon the waters O'er the ground on which they trod. Wounded from the many battles In mire and blood their bodies lay The dead with mouths wide open Forming words they'd never say. Seeing eyes no longer seeing Gearing ears no longer hear Hearts once beating stilled and quiet Loved ones close no longer near. And though their hopes and dreams were shattered Let their deaths not be in vain We must keep forever burning Freedom's torch, the victor's flame. For they died for you, America Your freedom was not free For t'was their blood and sweat and tears That bought your liberty. So when you speak again of freedom May your hearts be filled with pride And your gratitude for those Who for your freedom fought and died. |
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