Lost Nor Found

As I lie in this box all dirty and scuffed I remember the time I was shiny and fluffed Alone and forgotten I doubt that is true For I was once savored in red white and blue Although it may seem it was a long time ago I once flew through the air in many a show I was waved at through crowds as I proudly appeared So high I did blow and to many was feared There's no need to worry I'll be back once again I dislike this box and I do miss the wind Why must I wait until the fourth of July For I am grand it's my duty to fly Until then I will stay my memories in bloom Maybe the maid will free me when she tidies the room It's true that she likes me she flew me last spring Some sort of occasion a Memorial thing This can't be my destiny for I stand for the truth I'm not just a toy what's wrong with our youth I hear them play music of hate and it hurts I am used to large stadiums and enormous concerts How I long for the trumpet a victorious sound Still I'm here when you're ready not lost nor found