The Price Paid

There are never enough words to express my gratitude...and yet, I must...

In Old Glory's depths I see
         The lives all spent on me and thee.
Bravest men, belove'd sons,
         Immortalized...forgotten ones.

Those warriors of forgotten days,
         Men of deepest mem'ries haze,
Once fought for us across the sea
         To keep their love'd country free.

Some say they went because they must,
         Some say because of wander lust,
But, most of all, the warrior went
         To save us from tyrannic bent.

The colors that Old Glory shows,
         Vibrant hues with which it glows,
Blue and white, they stand to me
         As Freedom's own, sweet purity.

The color, tho', that shines most bright
         And wraps itself around the sight
Stands for the bloody price they paid.
         Their lives, for Freedom, gladly trade.