Old Glory
I'll wave to all of you, as you leave when it's
time for you to go. As you sail from sea to
shining sea take the colors of your home.
Take me with you. wherever you go keep me in your
heart each night. And if you forget what you're
fighting for-remember me, in flight.
Take me out to the battleground, and then
tear me into shreds. Wrap the bleeding wound with
me, and bind the aching head. Plunge me into
coldest water to soothe the fevered brow. Tie me
across the shattered limb, I'll support it now.
Let me dry the homesick tear, and hold
closed,the
gaping chest, for here, in the field, where hope is lost
I am at my best. And then, burn what is left of me,
for warmth into the night. So I may bring comfort,
where there is need and courage, for the flight.
My red is deeper, for the blood you've shed.
My white is purer, for your pain. My blue will be
bluer than the deepest sea when you come
home again.
Then I'll rise to the top of the flagpole,
where my colors are always flown, and from there,
when the war is over I'll wave, to
WELCOME YOU HOME.
Author Unknown
Written by Adria Roberts
Copyright©2001
Angelheart
