Every
time
you
think
about
it
It
tears
you
up
inside
You
curse
the
day
your
mother
told
you,
your
father
died
Now
you're
always
searching
Searching
for
the
reason
why
I've
gone
But
I
will
always
be
here
By
your
side,
through
the
darkest
night
Here
I'll
stand
on
the
firing
line
Here
I'll
walk
through
the
field
where
I
died
I
will
fight
and
let
the
voice
ring
true
I
am
the
ghost
Standing
next
to
you
Every
night
you
go
to
sleep
You
pray
the
Lord
my
soul
to
keep
You
don't
know
I've
not
gone
away
You
see
I
watch
over
fighting
men
So
they
can
have
peace
again
And
maybe
someday
you
will
all
be
free
Here
I'll
stand
on
the
firing
line
Here
I'll
walk
through
the
field
where
I
died
I
will
fight
and
let
the
voice
ring
true
I
am
the
ghost
Standing
next
to
you
You
speak
to
me
And
I
feel
your
pride
Assuring
me
I'll
never
die
I
write
Mother...
"He's
here
with
me..."
He's
in
our
minds
He's
in
our
souls
Of
sacrifice
his
story's
told
He
holds
the
flame
of
freedom
for
all
to
see
Here
we
stand
on
the
firing
line
Here
I'll
walk
in
the
field
where
I
fight
I
will
fight
of
die
for
liberty
With
the
ghost
standing
next
to
me
Don't
tread
on
me...live
free
or
die!!!
To
our
fallen
brothers
You
died
to
keep
us
free
To
our
fallen
brothers
Who
gave
us
liberty!
