There is a soldier in dress blues
Saluting the flag, protecting our freedom, going to war
Risking his life for our country on a distant shore.

His brother lies in protest on a city street
He will give up his freedom if he must
No war, peace at any cost.

Let the foreign power come to our shore
I will let them make a slave of me
So there will be no war.

The young soldier waits on the battlefield
I will die here if I must
To protect my homeland from the unjust.

I will go to my grave
To keep it from being enslaved
Peace and freedom come at a cost.

The day has come for the soldier who took a stand
A flag draped casket from a foreign land
Echoing bugles fill the air, Honor Guard, 21 Gun Salute.

His brother stands nearby
As he reads the letter
He begins to cry.

"Dear Brother
If I die in a foreign land
I respect your right to take a stand.

The stand you take on the streets today
I will fight for your right to say
Peace will come again I pray.

Although we do not always agree
My life I give so you can be
Forever alive and free."

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