Are Our Freedoms Free
Some say our freedoms don’t matter
And they’ll always be around
But these people have never visited
The Viet Nam Wall where a lot of names are found
Nor have they been in a Confederate Cemetery
And read off the names one by one
Or seen those crosses over in France
Where many a mother lost their son
And have you ever visited Gettysburg
Or walked where trenches used to stand
Back when that First World War
Killed off a many a good young man
So don’t try your hypocritical language
And say that our freedom is free
Because without those with guts to fight
In slavery stands you and me
So go ahead and yell all those lies
About our rights coming from the man
That sits in that oval office
The one who never makes a real stand
I’ll always treasure our soldiers
Who gave up family, home and even life
And walked through hell and then back again
With only a prayer, a buddy and a knife
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