the other day it occurred to me
its a terrible price for liberty.
its the soldiers who died without a fear..
leaving their families to shed all the tears.
the family that stands at the burial site
the loved one they bury in the day’s fading light.
carried home by brothers whose spirits now sag
they carry that coffin…draped with a flag.
One last tribute for the freedoms he’s won
the playing of taps and twenty-one guns.
they know it can happen and there may come a day..
the ultimate price for freedom…they’re willing to pay.
defending our freedoms…these brothers in arms
they come from the cities and come from the farms.
their vision is blurred and eyes full of tears
dying too young but wise for their years.
dont be sad for them..instead raise your voice
they knew of the cost and still made the choice.
one last tribute for the freedoms they’ve won
the playing of taps and twenty-one guns.
a crisp salute to family at the end of their life
the presenting of a flag to a mother or wife.
the sounds of the mourners sobbing and standing around
they are given their final peace and placed in the ground.
one more hero sent up at the end of this day
cometh the angels to take him away.
they died with dignity…they did not die in vain,
i hope you understand..let me explain.
ONE FINAL TRIBUTE FOR THE FREEDOMS THEY’VE WON
THE PLAYING OF TAPS AND TWENTY ONE GUNS.