I Am the Flag of the
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 and see me.

 I stand for peace, honor, truth and  justice.
I stand for freedom.
 I am confident.
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 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
Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was  there on Iwo Jima and the twin towers,, too.
 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 in the streets of my country.
 And when it's done 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.