Faye Sizemore

STANDING AT REASON… WITH HEAD BOWED

We watched them gear up and march away,
carried on transports and planes to the battle dome
Treasure the sight of their wave as they left that day
Some of those brave soldiers won’t be coming home…

Daddies and husbands, brothers and uncles, lovers, friends,
sisters and daughters, mothers and wives, aunts and all,
gone to cleanse Iraq of Saddam and his deadly sins
One, and all, they have gone to answer freedom’s call

We are here waiting at home and daily we pray
for victory and the great homecoming day
when the battle’s haze clears and it does end
It is sad, but some, will not be coming home again

‘Freedom Is Not Free’ is the handbook we read
It takes it toll of those warriors it does need
Treasure the sight of their wave as they left that day
Some will surely die ensuring our freedom does stay