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 - 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 Appomattox.
  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 lead 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 and 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 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.