Freedom Isn't Free..., by Nora Eason Subscribe to rss feed for Nora Eason

 Who says our freedom is free? Not Me.
 True, We are freer than most, but not enough,
 that we should boast.
 Before you say Freedom is free,stop and count the cost
 of all the lives lost,
 From the Soldiers,to the lives lost on 911
 Please tell me,how we can say freedom is free?
 Freedom isn't free,when there's killing in our streets.
 Freedom isn't free to the soldier that is waiting to 
 be shipped over seas.
 Freedom isn't free,with the pain, he or she is feeling
 inside,with the thought of having to leave they're
 loved ones behind, and it hurts so bad that it brings
 them to their knees.
 Freedom isn't free,when your living in uncertainty.
 Freedom isn't free,having to say good-bye,
 to a loved one that is going off to war.
 Freedom isn't free,to a soldier who is on the 
 front lines,knowing he or she, could die anytime.
 Freedom isn't free,when your lying in bed,
 waiting and wondering,if you'll ever see your loved ones
 alive again.
 Freedom isn't free,when a little child crys in the night,
 for his or her, mommy or daddy,and they're not
 there to hold them close and comfort them,and to ease
 their fears,and wipe away they're tears.
 and those in all the other wars,and the lives that
 are still being lost at this moment,
 Do you still say freedom is free?
 Freedom isn't free when a Soldier is wounded in battle.
 When news reaches Family and Friends at home,
 how their worries and a Soldier is wounded far beyond
 repair,the loss and pain felt can not compare.
 Freedom isn't free,with all those many Soldiers that
 wished they had only died because of all the pain in 
 their broken up bodies.
 Freedom isn't free, when you are lying in bed,and you 
 hear that dreaded tap on your door.And you pray to God 
 that you were only having a bad dream.
 Freedom isn't free, when you open the door and listen to
 the bugle play,and you feel a sudden chill.
 Everything goes still.
 Freedom isn't free, when there is a flag being draped 
 over a coffin, of a Brother, sister, or a friend.
 Freedom isn't free, when you think of all the children,
 of the mothers and the wives,of fathers,sons and 
 husbands,whose lives have been interrupted.
 Freedom isn't free,when you think about the graveyard at
 the bottom of the sea.Of the unmarked graves in
 Arlington.Who say's Freedom is free? Not Me! 

 Written 7/23/008
 BY Nora Eason 
   
Posted: 2008-08-03 01:48:28 UTC

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