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 then 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 and Iwo Jima.  Korea and 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 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.