Owed to the Life of the Soldier

You saved our freedom by going to war.
I worked and partied and stayed on our shore.

I have what you've earned, I've hardly a care.
You fought in the war. Life's not at all fair.

You were killed one day, by a road side bomb.
I'm here in the states in the peace and calm.

I have the freedom that you've earned for me.
Your life has ended. I'm happy and free.

I have what you've earned, I've hardly a care.
Your home is a box. Death's not at all fair.

You lie there in pain, confined to your bed,
fragments of shrapnel entombed in your head.

What price did I pay for all that I got?
A pebble of sand compared to your lot.

I have what you've earned, I've hardly a care.
You lie in that bed. Life's not at all fair.

I have my freedom which I didn't earn.
You paid the price and got nil in return.

Curt Vevang