Good Life

A Million Teardrops

A million teardrops

for the many soldiers we've lost,

a mother cries for her child

freedom often comes at a cost.

Some fought on foreign land

and others at sea,

sacrifycing their lives

so our nation will remain free.

Many flowers adorn the graves

and the tombs where they lie,

a bugler plays Taps

Old Glory flies high.

The price of freedom

is often paid for in blood,

by many brave men and women

protecting the land that we love.

We honor our fallen heroes

once a year in May,

have picnics and hold parades

and even stop for a moment to pray.

Today we hold on to their memories

cherish each moment of love,

of the sons and daughters we miss

who now watch over from above.