They came on ships to flee religious persecution,
Many died on the long trip across the sea,
In their heart was a dream to live free,
This heart is where freedom comes from,
Listen in the distance,
To the war drum.
It was cold , as they marched,
Many of them had no boots,
They hoped that old muzzle shoots,
Those first soldiers planted our roots,
The words ringing in their ears,
Freedom.
They knew it was bought,
With blood and tears,
They paid the price,
In every fight,
And it's been that way,
For this land they would laid down their life,
Protectors of freedom,
They paid the price.
With tears left in their loved one's eyes,
They marched on desert sands,
They died in foreign lands,
Old Glory still flies,
For freedom they stand,
They sacrifice,
Freedom is paid
With blood and tears,
They would trade their life,
For freedom.
God bless America's daughter and son,
The heart is where freedom comes from.
