The blood of the fallen, of heroes past?
Is it counted in the lives of those lost?
Or is it merely a forgotten cost?
You look at the graves, I stare at the sky
You remember the lost, as my tears run dry
You search for strength, as the spirits fly
Yet in the end, ‘neath the flag more will lie
Standing true for that which we serve
Silent as we remember those tales unheard
Our words lost to the winds of war
Ne’er to be told in the legends and lore
Those stories, so many, of the brave and the true
Of those men and women that I once knew
Now as I stand on the plains of the past
Waiting for those to follow, for I am not the last
So what price for our freedom, for those of us that remain?
Those who are left behind, in the darkest of days?
As I read the names of those that have fallen, you see,
I know the price of freedom for me