Freedom Man

His likeness stands witness
To the lingering ghost of life lost
He marches through the mirror of time
A reminder of that highest cost
He wades through paddy, marsh, and field
On legs turned to steel and stone
A monument to those laid low
Who once were flesh and bone

Having paid freedoms fare
For his children, for our land
Now his likeness stands before us
That we may understand

The Price of Freedom