Freedom is your legacy,
Paid for with your precious life,
Far from home and family,
In wars both wise and unwise.
I walk in light thanks to you,
Teach, write, speak, think without fear,
And our flag flies proud and true,
Beacon of hope through the years.
I stand proudly for our flag,
Hand over heart as I sing,
Our Anthem whene’r it plays,
As my voice cracks and eyes tear.
Emotions run high for me,
Not from empty foolish pride,
But because in her I see,
Your most poignant sacrifice.
Freedom comes not from its wish,
Nor peace from prayers on their own,
They come from soldiers like you,
Who selflessly gave their all.
I carry you in my heart,
Every day of every year,
The debt I owe you cannot,
Be repaid in words or tears.
Rest in peace, beloved dead,
May God grant you honors due,
Today I will fly our flag,
And in it always see you.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
Freedom is your legacy,
Paid for with your precious life,
Far from home and family,
In wars both wise and unwise.
I walk in light thanks to you,
Teach, write, speak, think without fear,
And our flag flies proud and true,
Beacon of hope through the years.
I stand proudly for our flag,
Hand over heart as I sing,
Our Anthem whene’r it plays,
As my voice cracks and eyes tear.
Emotions run high for me,
Not from empty foolish pride,
But because in her I see,
Your most poignant sacrifice.
Freedom comes not from its wish,
Nor peace from prayers on their own,
They come from soldiers like you,
Who selflessly gave their all.
I carry you in my heart,
Every day of every year,
The debt I owe you cannot,
Be repaid in words or tears.
Rest in peace, beloved dead,
May God grant you honors due,
Today I will fly our flag,
And in it always see you.
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