Pam Sears wrote -
The Price Paid
In Old Glory's depths I see
The lives all spent on me and thee.
Bravest men, beloved sons,
Immortalized.... forgotten ones.
Warriors of forgotten days,
Men of deepest mem'ries haze,
Once fought for us across the sea
To keep their love'd country free.
Some say they went because they must,
Some say, because of wander-lust.
But, most of all, the Warrior went
To save us from tyrranic bent.
The colors that Old Glory shows,
Vibrant hues with which it glows,
Blue and white, they stand to me
As Freedom's own, sweet purity.
The color, tho', that shines most bright,
And wraps itself around the sight,
Stands for the bloody price they paid.
Their lives, for Freedom, gladly trade.