Old Glory
Have you ever stood still in silence, to watch her cadence and graceful glide,
there is an undeniable beauty, she’s exquisite from side to side.
Like a mother watching over her children, unfurled high or at half mast,
she stands tall protecting our freedom, this old girl was built to last.
She has weathered many a storm, standing watch both day and night,
a shining beacon of hope and she will never back down from a fight.
She’s been bled on, stepped on and burned by some children who just won’t behave,
but she will surely protect us all, especially the fallen, who lie in their grave.
The next time you drive by that pole, at a business or a highway rest stop,
it might be a little tattered and torn but be grateful for what you see there on top.
That flag represents our country, there are two reasons why it always will fly,
We are protected by our almighty God, and the brave who are willing to die.
For those who want war with our country and attack the red, white and blue,
someone else will raise your children, that’s a promise and a fact that is true!
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