Freedom's Way, By Our Own. Poem by Michael Gale

Raise up, raise up, your arms of pride...
Ride the ride, The Freedom' s, ride.

Our soldiers rise up, to the challenged-claim...
Of them, we are proud, no sign, no-shame..

Only lonely, saddened fame...
Their absented company, of
ours-for shame!

The cost of terrorist's, shameful mess...
We can only do, but send our best.

These men and women, help keep us safe and sane...
This fact is true, it's seemly-plain.

For all their toil...
Let us remember them,
'in a happy memory and in time honored',
'as time-memorial'.