Winds Of War
 
 

There is a hall called Honor
It's where the patriots roam
It's where the ghosts of veterans
Call their beloved home

In sunken graveyard battleships
Their haunting spirit rings
Yet through the depths of ocean blue
Our Freedom loudly sings

In wreckage of their fallen planes
Their sacrifice made known
They braved the bitter winds of war
As Freedom's seeds were sown

On long forgotten battlefields
Their presence will be there
Their sacrifice for Freedom's cause
Will echo through the air

May not our children's children
Forget a moment's pause
To pass to children of their own
Our Freedom's noble cause

There is a hall called Honor
It's where the Patriots roam
It's where the ghosts of veterans
Call their beloved home
 

(C) Copyright 2001 L.A.Sanders