I am a small and precious child,
    my Daddys been sent to fight
The only place I will see his face,
    is in my dreams at night
He will be gone too many days,
    for my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud,
    my Daddy's got your back

I am a caring mother,
    my son has gone to war
My mind is filled with worries
    that I have never known before
Every day I try to keep
    my thoughts from turning black
I may be sad, but I am proud,
    my son has got your back.

I am a strong and loving wife,
    with a husband soon to go
There are times I am terrified,
    in ways most never know
I bite my lip and force a smile,
    as I watch my husband pack
My heart may break but I am proud,
    my husband's got your back.

I am a soldier;
    serving proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine,
    by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing,
    the thanks it sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I come home,
    its me that's got your back

I watched the flag pass by one day
It fluttered in the breeze
A young soldier saluted it, and then
He stood at ease

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No - Freedom isn't free

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill

I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives

I thought about a graveyard at the
Bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No - Freedom isn't free!