MUSIC FOR SALE

(Verse 1)
There’s a flag on the hill where the wildflowers grow,
Names carved in stone where the cold winds blow,
Boots in the dirt where the brave once stood,
Gave everything they had for the greater good.
Mama still waits by the front porch light,
Reading old letters every night,
He said, “Don’t cry if I don’t come home—
I’ll live in the land we’ve always known.”
(Chorus)
Oh, these fields of quiet glory,
Hold the tears behind the pride,
Every loss becomes a story
Of the ones who never died inside.
We stand a little taller,
Though the cost we can’t deny,
For the red, white, and blue still calls her sons—
And we answer, you and I.
(Verse 2)
There’s a folded flag in a trembling hand,
Passed down slow like a sacred plan,
A silence loud as a cannon’s cry,
In the hearts of those left asking why.
But the stars still shine in the darkest night,
And freedom rings in the morning light,
Every sacrifice, every tear that falls,
Built the strength in these hallowed walls.
(Chorus)
Oh, these fields of quiet glory,
Hold the tears behind the pride,
Every loss becomes a story
Of the ones who never died inside.
We stand a little taller,
Though the cost we can’t deny,
For the red, white, and blue still calls her sons—
And we answer, you and I.
(Bridge)
So raise that flag a little higher,
Through the pain, through the fire,
They’re the echoes in the anthem we sing,
Every bell of freedom rings.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, these fields of quiet glory,
Where their spirits still remain,
Every heart that holds their memory
Carries love through all the pain.
We’ll keep their dream alive,
With every tear we let dry,
For the land they gave their all to save—
We will never let it die.