Bomb shards scattered everywhere
Like bones on the floor of a lion's lair
Guns going off everywhere
We proudly thank the Soldiers who were there

Our Freedom is fought for everyday
And for these men and women we often pray
So very often they have saved the day

We honor them with all our hearts
Even if oceans keep us apart
They've always been there when times were dark
And they're even on watch when we go to the park

Our precious American soil is true
Our skies are the color of American blue
Our country is free by our forefather's word
The great soaring eagle is our country's bird

I'm very grateful for this country
The Land of the Free
This is what FREEDOM means to me!

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