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
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