Freedom Dressed in Red, White, and Blue | 
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| Like clockwork this new day slowly crept over the distant mountains
And rays of orange broke the horizon's darkness to welcome the morning
Fog lay like a silk blanket across the frozen cemetery lawn
Standing in the cold of the Arlington morning in nothing but wool
My eyes kept watch as the night turned to day and the day marched on
Soon the silky blanket of fog lifted and gave birth to a view to keep
Row after row of pine coffins became clear to my gazing view
Each pine coffin draped in flags of red, white, and blue
Those stars and stripes went from Arlington to eternity
Paralyzed to move I stayed still in full salute to those fallen soldiers
The young ones who lost their lives in a battle for my freedom
Such a view impaled somberness deep into my heart
Lying under cover of red, white, and blue lay sons and daughters
Sons and daughters strewn over purple mountains majesty
And ever waving hills of golden grain
Still in salute to my fallen heroes I wondered
Does war really bring about freedom and peace?
Or was the cost of peace too much to pay for our freedom?
With the day in full light and fog dispersed for another day
I closed my eyes and in God's good grace I prayed for an answer
As quickly as my question escaped my lips to our Lord an answer came
War is the cost of freedom and peace
And it comes as coffins draped in flags of red, white, and blue. | By Spencer McDonald
Copyright 2004 |
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