The Torn and tattered Red,

The dirtied white and blue

If she lives or dies Is up to me and you

Her white is pure and true

Red for blood that we have shed

The blue our vigilance

Fifty stars to light our view

So, don’t stop believing

Just withstand the wind and rain

Remember God’s love for us

Flies high in Red, White and Blue

Sometimes we’ve lost our way

Forgotten who we are

With the light to guide our way

Reflected in those stars

We are all God’s chosen People

United is how we stand

We were all created equal

We don’t expect you would understand

It’s not the cloth that matters

Nor the pole for which we fight

But the foundation of our values

Of the Lord’s bright shining light

So stand when she is honored

No knee shall bend in flight

She bows to no man or nation

Only humbly within God’s Sight