Sword of Honor,
   Shield Of dreams,
   Warrior knights
   Defending Beliefs.

   Marching forward,
   In Tight knit ranks,
   Staves of wood
   And armor of chain.

   Willing to fight
   And willing to die,
   Defending Our freedom
   With their Very Lives.

   Though some will pass
   And Some will stay,
   The true Of Heart
   Will Always remain.

   For in darkness of battle,
   And light of glory
   Their spirits live on,
   In the freedom we enjoy.

   For Freedom Has a price
   That we must always pay
   Be It In the Distant tomorrow
   Or the Twilight of today.   


   Its a Price Of blood
   Of sweat Of tears
   Where Courage is born
   Despite our fears.

   Where legends Live
   And Heroes are made.
   Men Like No Others
   Who Rule the day.

   Who pays the price
   So that we carry on,
   Who sacrifice their lives,
   For the battle to be won.

   Some we do not remember,
   Others we Know well
   Theirs are the stories
   The Old ones tell.

   They get the memories,
   And the names on the cross,
   This Is for those
   Whose names we forgot.

   Who shed their blood 
   Their souls and their names,
   Left dying in the dirt
   For Nature To claim.


   Lying there,
   All alone
   Twisted In pain
   So far from home.

   What did they think
   As their bodies fell
   Was it a lovers kiss
   Or their last Farewell.

   A sweet Loving wife's
   gentle good-bye
   As she held Him close
   and quietly cried.

   The newborn babe
   Who called his name
   The Child Holds Just a memory
   For that s all that remains.

   Who touched his face,
   With a baby's hand,
   Their last memory
   Of their Father In this land.

   A silent prayer
   I give them now,
   With tears In my eyes
   A Shadow On My brow.


   For what they gave me,
   I can never repay,
   except with Love,
   And these words that I say.

   They are the air,
   That I constantly breathe,
   For due to their sacrifice
   Life was given to me.

   And so often we hold it,
   To be so Little,
   This life of ours,
   In the earth's blue cradle.

   And we close Our eyes,
   And turn away,
   From all that was Lost,
   And the lives that were gave.

   Maybe we should stop,
   And Falls to our Knees,
   And beg their forgiveness,
   While In heaven they sleep.

   And give them Our thanks
   And the Strength of our hearts
   To know they aren't forgotten
   out there in the stars.

   This I know 
   And hold to be true
   From the forests of green
   To the Oceans of blue.

   I owe them all
   And can give back None
   Their are My blood
   I wont turn and Run.

   For without my Freedom
   Who Would I be
   Certainly not who I am
   For Freedom Made me.