The Price by Toby Gray

The soldiers of the Monarch,
Are marching cross the land.
With their allies of the States,
To do the deed at hand.

The doubters on all sides,
They cry that war is not the way.
And given any other choice,
We would not fight today.

But freedoms must be dearly bought,
Or else their value is nought,
And in the times and years to come,
People will cry “why was nothing done?”
“Why were no battles fought?”

So Britain and America,
Will stand side by side,
With justice, truth and liberty.
To quell the rising tide.

With blood we will buy freedom,
For those who feel its lack.
And if the terror dares return,
We will go marching back.

We go to do our duty,
We will not shirk the task.
We war to finally make peace,
To save the future,
Remember the past.