“Blood Stains This Flag”
I see the flag waving,
The stars and stripes they flow,
Igniting from a vision,
Many years ago.
There’s been a lot of sacrifice,
This old flag is tattered,
I salute standing proud,
To all whom have been battered.
Blood stains this flag,
And it whithers not,
From the battles we fought,
That were soon forgot.
Battles not won,
Drawn nor lost,
How does one measure,
Death and its cost?
Blood stains this flag,
The stars and stripes still flow,
Freedom has a price,
And many faces to be shown.
Blood stains this flag,
And it still waves free,
Granting that right to everyone,
For everyone has the right to be.