an eagle soars with the wind beneth his wings,a soldier fights for the freedom he brings,all around him he sees death as the reper stings.in his dreams hes haunted by screams,and when awake he seeks peace by anymeans,but the trauma has built up to extreems.not knowing if he is awake or a sleep he wispers to his self you so what you reep,and all around him bodys stack deep,thinking to his self the price if freedom is steep.the memories remain weilded to his brain,like a cold hard stain.he looks around but can find no one to blame,he is overcome by shame,all in freedoms name,he feels guilty that through death freedom came.so when you are draging your feet walking down the street,or having a good time with the people you meet,remember your freedom is sweetand did not come cheapit was a gift from some members of the elete,the sad thing is the ones that gave us freedom will never again feel complete..............THE END wrote by ozzydio18