The Cost of Freedom
Freedom does not come easy but at a very high price;
If only we could comprehend the dreadful sacrifice;
At home we celebrate the freedom that we have arrived;
Never giving a second thought for the ones that lost their lives;
At night before we go to bed we're on our knees to pray;
But only to ask the Lord for material things and more pay;
While the young men and women are fighting day and night;
We're sitting in our comfort zones with not a worry in sight;
So when you stop and think about the freedom that you got;
Think of our sons and daughters and send some prayers out.
Copyright © William Cason | Year Posted 2020
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