The Price They Paid For Freedom
Now when I was young and foolish son
An old man said to me
Son, you are a lucky lad
To live a life that's free
Then he spoke to me of Flanders Fields
Where young men, such as I
Did pay the price for freedom
For those like you and I
He spoke to me with sadness
Of comrades he had known
Who fought and died for liberty
For their country and their home
And when the war was over
The battle had been won
But the price we paid for freedom
Was a bloody price my son
I can hear the sound of gunfire
From the trenches everyday
I can see my comrades dying
As we charge into the fray
I can feel the fear inside me
As I face my bitter foe
It's a fear my son
I pray, you'll never know
Now the war to end all wars they said
Has long since come and gone
But somewhere in this world today
The battle rages on
Fueled by greed for power
That all evil hearts desire
They cause their children
To pass through the fire
Now for countless generations
We have fought in wars and died
Believing as we marched to hell
That right was on our side
What will it take, for us to see
The error of our ways
As we remember
Those who died today
Now the battle is still raging
In the middle east today
As we fight the war on terror
From the good ole USA
In Syria and Russia
And in North Korea too
It breaks my heart
To see what war can do
So what is the solution
To this senseless war for greed
Is it money, or more power
Or more weapons that we need
Or do we need forgiveness
For the wrongs that we have done
To others, who are not like us my son
Now it's written in the Bible
That the final war will come
On the plains of Armageddon
This battle will be won
Not by politicians
Who the devil now commands
But by soldiers in the army
Of the Lamb
I can hear the sound of gunfire
From the trenches everyday
I can see my comrades dying
As we charge into the fray
I can feel the fear inside me
As I face my bitter foe
It's a fear my son
I pray, you'll never know
It's a fear my son
I pray, you'll never know
Written by Bruce Moss
To God be the glory