I heard the veteran say `I fought in Saigon,
But I didn't fight alone`.
`He said I lost my leg and my friend is gone.'
`He said we fought hard, and some had to die.'
The price is high for this flag to fly.
Another veteran said, 'I was there by his side.
And I lost my eye'.
The price is high for this flag to fly.
I heard a veteran tell me he lost his arms,
And with tears he said I lost my son in Desert Storms.
He said his son didn't come home
And than he started to cry.
The price is high for this flag to fly.
I saw a grown man cry,
There was Bosnia and my friends and I,
Fought until some had to die.
The price is high for this flag to fly.
A young girl said with a tear in her eye.
My brother went to Kuwait, as I told him goodbye,
He said if dying is my fate, than I must die.
The price is high for this flag to die.
I watched my love go as he looked back,
He said goodbye I have to go to Iraq.
I don't know if he's coming back.
The price is high for this flag to fly.