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, searching for the reason why I've gone. But I will always be here 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. 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!