Cost of freedom


I have risked my life
many a time
Twenty years and counting
have I lost my mind?
Fighting for people who I will never know
In foreign countries I often go
I run and I hide to escape the ammo
Bullet trains fly by my head, I should get low
I see my friend fall, as he was hit in the chest
Violently killed he was shot to death
To fight for a country is like a horror story
Most that have the opportunity
To go back home
Come back an alcoholic
To escape what they had seen and been through
If only america knew
The price of her freedom
America has lost her sight of true patriotism
And lost all form of any nationalism
Unless with these soldiers they have a relation
They truly will never understand the cost of their freedom.


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