The Price - A Song for Military Families

Once again, for the 13 recently killed in Afghanistan, along with others we may not be aware of or who perhaps have been forgotten in the mists of time.  You are never forgotten.

Last night I dreamed I saw my brother by my side,

We took our father’s jeep out to go for a ride,

We talked of familiar times,

Of campfires and fishing lines,

I turned to look his way and he was gone.

I see your Daddy’s smile in things you do and say,

Sometimes I feel like he’s with us here today,

For he was only here awhile,

Could never walk you down the isle,

But I swear I hear him laugh when our kids play.

Many heroes come and go,

From places we don’t know,

They are the neighbors who we meet,

They’re with us walking down the street,

I see the children where they play,

For freedom’s bought for them today,

And I know that families face the sacrifice,

They pay the price.

My neighbor’s husband’s picture hangs there on the wall,

I know she does not hardly see him much at all,

Just some call’s on the phone,

And Christmas is spent alone,

I swear their two young boys are so brave.

I dreamt my brother came to see me once again,

He said he wanted me to meet all his friends,

The ones who loved us with their lives,

That they could pay the greatest price,

Taking joy in seeing how we live today!

Many heroes come and go,

From places we don’t know,

They are the neighbors who we meet,

They’re with us walking down the street,

I see the children where they play,

For freedom’s bought for them today,

And I know that families face the sacrifice...

Many heroes come and go,

To make the freedom that we know,

They never do it for the pay,

Their families all believe the same,

That’s what this country means to me,

It’s for our children’s kids to see,

And I know that families face the sacrifice,

They pay the price.