He lives alone In the hills and the trees
He bares his soul to the cool mountain breeze

He talks to the Spirit He listens to the Wind
They shield him from memories Buried deep within

The world has forgotten The sacrifice he made
The scars he bears remind him Of the high price he paid

Freedom is not given But with blood it has been bought
By warriors such as he And by the wars they fought

We can’t forget our warriors Or let them die in vain
But with respect and honor We can help to ease their pain

Our Freedom will be taken If no one will defend
God bless our Forgotten Warriors Who live to fight again