I am the flag of the United
States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's
tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's
halls of justice.
I fly majestically over
institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power
in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor,
truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my
fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over
the world.
I am worshipped - I am
saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I
am feared.
I have fought in every
battle of every war
for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley
Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan
Hill,
the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest,
Anzio, Rome
and the beaches of Normandy,
Guam.
Okinawa, Korea and KheSan,
and Saigon,
I was there.
I led my troops,
I was dirty, battleworn
and tired,
but my soldiers cheered
me
And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn
and trampled
on the streets of countries
I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for
I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon,
burned, torn
and trampled on the streets
of my country.
And when it's by those
whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome -
for I am strong.
I have slipped the surly
bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the
uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point
on the moon.
I have borne silent witness
to all of America's finest
hours.
But my finest hours are
yet to come.
When I am torn into strips
and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades
on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast
to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling
arms
of a grieving parent
at the grave of their
fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY.
LONG MAY I WAVE. DEAR GOD IN
HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE!