Freedom's Cost David Houtchens People seeking faces, People who they know, Hoping that they'll find them. And afraid to know. The terror of the loss. The agony of pain. With victims all around Nothing is the same. Yet, nothing's really changed. But now we seem to know. That we're not really safe Anywhere we go.
We really weren't before. But we didn't care, 'Cause most of death occurred Somewhere "over there."
Now it's come to us. They brought it to our shore. We simply can't ignore it As we did before. The pain that this now brings Is really nothing new It's we who haven't felt it.
We,
the sheltered few.
This fortress of America That was open, and free. Stood as an example To all who cared to see. We showed the world our freedom. We thought, indeed, we could. Now we wonder if we can. Or even if we should.
"Freedom isn't free" Is a phrase we've heard before. We thought that it was paid for By those who died before. This tragedy upon us Is another cost of freedom. It's current, And it hurts.
