There's something deep within man's soul, that keeps its place `til thunder rolls; and as it slumbers, it hides its name, but steeped in pride, remains the same.

For freedoms sake it wakens, the ember grows within; and with each note of bugles cry, the warrior becomes as tin.

As passions flow and flag unfurls, the battle now begins and `til the hearts of warriors fade, the war will never end. As steel flashes and cannons roar, life's blurred meaning leaves their shores; and as wars fog grips their sounds, the wounds of war takes its toll.

To some the battles ended, for others it goes on. For many hearts are wounded, but wars not nearly won. Deep within its shadows, the warriors conscious cries and wonders why they're still here, while buddies lost their lives.

For some of them who battled, but feel they lost the fight, may God give them His love profound that says that it's alright. For nothings gained where fear resides and love desires to be, so look no longer to yourself but look to only Me.

For those who gave their all to give, so that we can still be free, may heaven's blessings surround their souls for all eternity. To them be always thankful and remember what they have done - for if they hadn't given their all, we'd not have our freedom.