It's a road they prayed they'd never have to travel
They're the words they prayed they'd never have to hear
That the one they loved so dear was gone forever
Their loss and heartache, endless and profound
Still they know it's their duty to be strong and proud
For all those who paid the greatest price of all
Their loved ones weep and mourn the grievous loss
They stand united in their strength and in their sorrow
Knowing for the loss they share there's no tomorrow
It's a heartache that is theirs alone to bear
No greater price could one be asked to pay for freedom
No greater sacrifice could one ever have to bear
No greater loss could one have to face day after day
The Silver Cross Medal of Honour they are called to wear
With the wail of the piper's mournful lament
They choke back the tears, the emotion so intense
As the shrill of chanter pipes split the stillness in the air
Memories flood their minds with every note they hear
Each note weighs long and heavy on the painful loss they share
No greater price could one be asked to pay for freedom
No greater sacrifice could one ever have to bear
No greater loss could one have to face day after day
The Silver Cross Medal of Honour they are called to wear
No greater price could one be asked to pay for freedom
No greater sacrifice could one ever have to bear
No greater loss could one have to face day after day
The Silver Cross Medal of Honour they are called to wear
The Silver Cross Medal of Honour they are called to wear