Outside our schools, there waves a flag called ‘Old Glory.’

As it waves in the breeze it tells a wonderful story.

It tells a tale of a country born out of unrest.

A country whose people wanted to create the best

They fought for a land of the free and home of the brave.

For more than two-hundred years later that flag will still wave.

It’s red, white and blue has been drug through the dirt.

It has seen pain, glory; fought too many wars till hit hurt.

Today it still flies but we ask for how long.

Can we overcome apathy and keep singing the song?

Oh say, can you see by the dawns early light?

As old glory is once more raised up the flagpole to our delight?

Let us not falter but delight in the beauty of the flag, blowing in the wind.

Let us not give into selfish desires or let our courage come to an end.

Oh say, does that star spangled banner yet wave?

Are we like our forefathers willing to be brave?

On this Fourth of July, let us renew their passion so strong.

May we keep alive the love of our forefathers which has lasted this long.