Freedom’s Debt

Freedom’s debt is not a coin to spend,
But lives and love that never truly end.
It’s in the soldier’s march, the mother’s cry,
The silent prayers beneath a somber sky.

It’s in the battles fought on distant shores,
The shattered dreams and broken open doors.
Yet through the pain, a nation stands as one,
A testament to all that’s lost and won.

So honor those who paid the highest cost,
For without them, freedom’s light is lost.
Their sacrifice, a gift we hold so dear,
A legacy that echoes year to year.