They Are Held in the Wings of Angels
They marched in before us to clear the way,
from their duty and honor they never would stray.
On soil not their home and on water miles deep,
In the endless skies above, it is our freedom they keep.
The price that is paid for the freedom in their care,
We at home in our safety will be blissfully unaware.
It is the price of a life, fully invested, honor bound,
Returning home to embraces,
Or does the flag drape silence the sound.
Of those who will gather to remember the face,
And when life with their laughter was a much better place.
The price willingly paid should not go to waste,
It should be honored every moment in the freedom we taste.
Realize every morning the sound of a peaceful day,
And thank those who have fallen for keeping it that way.
Mark Klaus ©2014
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