Grand Old Flag
Freedom and our Flag
For those who never knew freedom.
My heart cries out in vein.
The cries of a dying nation going in sane.
Pitted against each other mud slings both ways.
The Statue of Liberty crying as clearly we lost our way.
There is the grand old flag waving proudly in the wind. Serving us with honor to provide and pave the new way again.
Rallying the troupe to serve proudly to protect our freedom with their lives.
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