Do you remember what those white crosses mean? |
A young man stood one quiet day Upon the path called Freedom's Way. The Way was narrow, true and straight And paved by men who'd bourne it's weight. Upon each side stood War and Strife, Monsters gi'en godless life. And cries of battle pierced the air As warriors fought the Way to clear. The lad saw soldiers, brave and strong, Fallen, wounded, fighting on. He paused in fear of battles great And saw a soldier at the gate. The soldier, old and battle aged, Stood proud and strong at Freedom's Gate. Upon the lad his gaze he turned And at his words the lad's heart burned. "Son, look you well on Freedom's Way. Remember well the lives they gave. War and Strife would break it down But for those men who stand their ground. "For by their choice they keep at bay Those who'd destroy this blood-bought Way. The folks who travel Freedom's Road Know not the lives that carve each stone." The lad looked out with tear-filled sight And saw the crosses, white on white. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. He took the soldiers hand and said, "You've shown me what I would not see, Those lives they gave to keep me free. For tho' I've trod it day by day, I'd never noticed Freedom's Way. "The Way to others now I'll show And Freedom's price shall all be told. For, by their loss, they offered gain That Freedom might not ebb or wane." A young man stood one quiet day Upon the path called Freedom's Way And taught the lesson he had learned Of what those crosses proved was earned. 2000 |