We do honor to the stars and stripes
as the emblem of our country and the symbol
of all that our patriotism means.

We identify the flag with almost everything
we hold dear on earth. It represents our peace
and security, our civil and political liberty,
our freedom of religious worship, our family,
our friends, our home. We see it in the
great multitude of blessings, of rights
and privileges that make up our country.

But when we look at our flag
and behold it emblazoned with all our rights,
we must remember that it is equally
a symbol of our duties.
Every glory that we associate
with it is the result of duty done.
A yearly contemplation of our flag
strengthens and purifies
the national conscience.

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 worshiped - 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 and KheSan, Saigon,
Vietnam know me.
I was there.

I led my troops,
I was dirty, battle worn 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 is 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 my 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