What price would you pay?
To say what you want to say?
To be protected night and day?
To worship God without fear?
To work and choose your own career?
To protest what you feel is wrong?
To vote and feel that you belong?
To own your property and your land?
To know that justice is the plan?
What price would you pay?
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A mother weeps this holiday.
With memories of the day.
He said he'd like to join and serve.
So that he could help preserve.
The freedoms, we now enjoy.
Back then she thought, he's just a boy.
Then came that dreadful day.
She came to know the price to pay.....
For Freedom! !
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