Freedom-song

Lay down your weapons

And still the war-cry

Bring home our daddies, sons, daughters

Bombs cannot bring it

Though more millions die

Look to our fallen fore-fathers

Ah, where is freedom

And what is its key?

Is there a balm for our sorrow?

Goodness and mercy

And true liberty

Cannot wait until tomorrow

Lift up the tears

Of the innocent child

Look at the face of the fallen

Where is the freedom

For which heroes died?

What of those crosses in Belgium?

Sing a new song

Let the whole world join in

Fill every hollow and hunger

Freedom is Love

Ah, and love is the key

To peace in a world without borders

Lay down the bag-pipes

Sing a new song

Let TAPS ring for joy and not sorrow

Look long into

The face of a child

Let’s give them a better tomorrow

So,

Lay down your weapons

And still the war-cry

Bring home our daddies, sons, daughters

Bombs cannot bring it

Though more millions die

Look to our fallen fore-fathers

© Janet Martin

Remember to remember...and never forget
Freedom is never free!
Remember to pray for those hoping yet
For its blessed liberty