Ghost of Freedom

Every time you think about it
It tears you up inside
You curse the day your mother, told you
Your father died
Now you're always searching
You Searching for the reason why I've gone
But I will always be by your side
Through the darkest night

Here I'll stand on the firing line
Here I'll walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you

Every night you go to sleep
You pray the Lord my soul to keep
You don't know I've not gone away
You see I watch over fighting men
So they can have peace again
And maybe someday you will all be free

Here I'll stand on the firing line
Here I'll walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you

You speak to me, And I feel your pride
Assuring me I'll never die
I write Mother
"He's here with me..."
He's in our minds, He's in our souls

Of sacrifice his story's told
He holds the flame of freedom for all to see
Here we stand on the firing line
Here I'll walk in the field where I fight

I will fight or die for liberty
With the ghost standing next to me
Don't tread on me... live free or die!
To our fallen brothers You died to keep us free
To our fallen brothers Who gave us liberty!