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 Appomattox.
I was at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa and Korea.
KheSan and Saigon in 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
in 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.
