I used to see all the people dressed up in their uniforms

With their shiny shoes, and camoflage, tired in their eyes

as they got down from the vehicles or the greyhound buses,

lifting a pack over their shoulders, people rushing to them

oh how they cried when they saw a familiar face,

sobbed even, a public display

and i felt like i shouldn't be privy to such a powerful emotion

so I'd turn my head away, an' i'd walk away

not tellin' them what I'd like to.

 

Seeing people walkin' down the street,

tellin' people grabbing a drink

we just got home from the war,

some comrades of ours didn't make it, why did we?

It's a dream being here, and yet, they feel like they don't belong,

back here in civilian life.

 

People say that we should love freedom, but they disrespect the soldiers,

don't you know that freedom isn't free,

say they're murderers, but they're protectin' us, our rights,

our country, can you stop and pick up your brain from the side walk, and think?

Now if I see a soldier, I'll stop and help that soldier, say thank you to that soldier, and wouldn't you agree?

For all they've done for us, that soldier, our soldier, some soldiers say they wish they were back, in the navy, the army, the air force, the marines, the coast guard.

Maybe I'll send a package from anysoldier.com helping a soldier, any one of them.

It's the least I can do,

The least I can say is thank you

Because as I've said before, freedom isn't free,

The rivers run red with blood, cuz freedom isn't free,

The bodies are on a high count, cuz freedom isn't free,

But still they pay the price, the high sacrifice,

To let us keep our freedom, cuz freedom isn't free.