I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
 
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 at me 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 Appomattox.
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, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
 
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 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