Disclaimer: This is not my work, but I am not sure who gets credit for this.
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for
more than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh
and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of
France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the beaches of Normandy, Guam. Okinawa, Korea,
KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me, I was there.
I led my troops,
I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my
soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the
streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and
trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those whom I've served in battle
it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of
space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's
finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a
grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG MAY I WAVE.