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 To our fallen brothers You died to keep us free To our fallen brothers Who gave us liberty