RevRainbow Posted May 22, 2009 Report Share Posted May 22, 2009 Home of the BraveA mother sends her son to warTo fight so there will be no more;He goes to battle; he’s not sureJust what it is he’s doing there.Someone to save?Home of the Brave?Their freedom is a precious thing;He fights so maybe he can bringA lasting peace so they may liveA better life that he will giveHis own for it to beA Land of the Free.Now he’s dead, his dreams are gone,He’s fought a war; nobody’s won;His mother kneels in tears she shed,And wife with child, her husband’s dead.Where is his grave?Home of the Brave?All his widow’s days are griefJust holding on to one belief:That her child will never growUp to fight a battle soSomewhere there might beA Land of the Free.But his country calls and he must goTo fight someone declared his foeWhom he must kill for peace, you see,That is war’s reality;His life he gaveTo the Home of the Brave.Some will die and some will live,But every one had willed to giveTheir life to be accounted forA price to pay to win the warSo there could beA Land of the Free.To all the soldiers everywhereWho fought the battles “over there,”For whatever honored cause they shared,Even though not many caredWhat it could be:Your Land of the Free.They fought and died so we might beAlive with life and liberty,So stop to think; stop to careAbout our soldiers everywhere;What each one gaveTo the Home of the Brave.They fought and died for libertyAnd now its time for you and meTo stop and think; stop to careAbout the ones still over there... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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