Sitting, in the living room
my old granddad and me
another soldier dying
On our sixty inch tv
I didn't understand it
But granddad looked at me
his eyes were full and teary
he said , because of him we're free
Freedom comes in many forms
Where soldiers have to die
They're hero's after they are gone
Not before, and I ask WHY?
Grandad, wiped his tears away
He got up, and left the room
He was back a moment later
His smile in full bloom
Son, he said, just look at this
He had a scrapbook in his hands
It's full of those who fought for us
And they all died in different lands
I shed a tear each time I see
Another hero made
They fight to keep our freedom
And now to rest are laid
I sat and watched with granddad
On another night and cried
I understood the meaning
when another soldier died
Freedom comes in many forms
Where soldiers have to die
They're hero's after they are gone
Not before, and I ask WHY?