Flying high on that pole flys the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's Old Glory and she still waves on high just as proud as she could ever be. I just watch as the cool wind blows through her ruffles.
Standing tall and standing strong, the American soldiers salute her all at once as they sing "America the Beautiful". The wind stops blowing as old glory hangs low, it starts to rain. Old Glory drops a tear to say "thank you for the beautiful song".
I stand, I conquer, I still live, I won't die and my colors won't run. We've won many a wars and fought many a battles and still today we fight for our Victory. I still stand proud and yes, as Old Glory, I will still wave on high.
The strong winds may tear my stripes and the rain may fade my colors but I will greatly be here up on this pole till my soldier's come home. I will fly on people's cars to represent our brave and faithful troops.
I was here before you were born and I'll be here when you die for my history will still live on. My red and white stripes and oh my beautiful stars will wave diligently as planes pass by. If I do happen to fall to the ground, just remember that in America's heart Old Glory still waves.