All we see are stars and stripes But it represents so much more.... If our American flag could speak Is this what it would say.... __________________________________

A dark and humid morning A soldier kneels and prays He dreams of family and home As he counts the days He don't hear the gunfire As the bullet finds its place He's left hurt and bleeding Disbelief etched on his face With pride I stand and wave Amist war and crimson stains You can raise me to the skies But you can't touch my pain ****************************** I'm the red white and blue But there is so much more to see Blood, tears and a soldiers screams Are sown inside of me With every stitch of the needle Another prayer is said As the war rages on and on Another soldier is dead I wave with pride and glory As the world goes insane You can raise me to the skies But you can't touch my pain ******************************* A soldier's mother weeps in anquish Clutching a picture of her son Nothing can ever bring him back When all is said and done I hear the cries of the forgotten Tears America can't see A soldier holding his dying friend No bitter taste of victory A child weeps over her fathers grave Standing in the pouring rain You can raise me to the skies But you can't touch my pain... (C) Linda Hill