Freedom

Some battles are fought with the mind,

Some battles are fought with the gun.

Some wars are waged over fortunes,

Some wars are waged over a grudge.

Then some battles are fought with both weapons and wits,

In an ironic war over peace.

For all of the wars we as mankind do wage,

There is one we must never call truce.

For this is the battle of freedom,

The ultimate prize of our world.

Sometimes the means are truly justified,

Sometimes the price is well paid.

For the reward of freedom for all of mankind,

Is an end we must all dearly strive.

In the battle for freedom some protest,

In the battle for freedom some praise.

But with out the price that was once paid for us,

These small freedoms would have never been had.

There are times when the weight seems too much to bare,

And the price does seem a bit steep.

But if in the end it is freedoms embrace

Then it’s a price in which we should all strive.

For the lives laid down at the feet of our freedom,

Demand that this freedom is shared.