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 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, 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 soldiers,
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.