Freedom we celebrate July Fourth each year
Full of fireworks with friends we hold dear;
But Freedom’s pricetag is high as can be
No–Our Freedom really isn’t free.
Freedom is paid for by blood, sweat and tears
Soldiers who put on hold their lives and careers;
It’s July Fourth— and now I can see
That Freedom really isn’t Free.
Young soldiers die daily for us each year
Torn from their families,eyes filled with tears;
They’ve paid the ultimate price, now we can see
That our precious Freedom isn’t really Free.
God Bless the Veterans young and old
God Bless the Soldiers both brave and bold;
Join in this prayer for them now and see
That our beloved Freedom, isn’t really Free.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets
Member Texas State Historical Society