An old soldier called discouragement on this final battle went.
Knowing he would not return his cold blue eyes showed no concern.
Too many wars, fields of red, stained in the blood of brothers dead.

What is the price of freedom and what is the price of honor?

A young soldier called brutality, his life now cold reality;
Too many die on this foreign field. Can he ever be the same again?
Can he ever come home again? When? … When?

What is the price of freedom and what is the price of honor?

Sailors sail and Airmen fly in peril where they often die.
A Marine breathes his last breath. Forsaken island you’re his death

What is the price of freedom and what is the price of honor?
A debt of gratitude we can never fully pay; today, tomorrow or yesterday.