Daughters and mothers weep and cry As dutiful fathers bleed and die Their sons and their brothers with fathers fall too, Loving their families and all they hold true
They scrape the last breath out of their lungs They bleed their last drop in pools that run With flesh they forge real the truths their hearts hold In hopes their young children in joy will grow old
We must honor those men who gave up their lives Loved by their children, their friends and their wives They live in our memories each day we are free They gave us this freedom; their death their decree
