The American Flag

Rippled and flowing in the air Laying all Her true colors to bare A symbol to all, in this the land of the free Having a very special part inside of me From the days of Betsy Ross So many times draped over such a somber loss There in the morning and all day long Reminding us to be proud for we are the strong And as we place our hands over our hearts Just one vision from so many parts Giving Old Glory Her due As She guides us through so much that is new So as the crowd breaks out into cheer It’s Old Glory that I am still holding dear Holding back the tear in my eye As She stands all alone against the crisp blue sky