Words I of't times heard before- that "Freedom isn't Free".
A baby boy I loved so much - I watched him learn and grow.
Little League and high school band, the trumpet, movies, friends
But graduation time came near, now he was nineteen.
Then off to Boot Camp far away, and with the Crucible done
Standing tall, his face a beam - a new United States Marine!
I knew that there were dangers. My fear I tried to hide,
A clear September morning as I saw the buildings fall,
He left his home and traveled to a desert far away.
Sleepless nights of worry, anxiety and fears;
Oh, God, then it happened - the worst did come to pass -
I could not hear the words they spoke, I could only cry and scream -
As minutes turned to hours and the hours into days,
I close my eyes and, once again, I hear his gentle voice.
My friends were hurt, I had to try to get them out of there.
I know he had to do it - He could not walk away.
The sorrow's deep inside me - So much, it seems I've lost.
There is no greater gift, they say, than to lay down one's life for friends.
I love you, Son, and thank you, for your special gift to me -
"He gave his life to defend Liberty at home and to give the gift of Liberty to the good people of Iraq. Byron, I love you and I will be forever proud and grateful for your sacrifice. Always, Mom"