Blood and Dreams

When we’re no longer taught

The eternal thought

That dreams must be bought

Often by sacrifice

And for that priceless price

Only blood will suffice

Scorning the harsh fee

Believing dreams are free

Makes freedom a dream

Its loss of little esteem

Until lost is again found

Our feet turned around

On familiar ground

Remembering the forgot

That battles must ever be re-fought

To keep what

Is blood-bought.