"The Flag" I hear a flag rippling in the breeze standing proud on a distant hill I seek to find it out to stand before it today. It wears its star proudly on it's chest for those who fought and died Its stripes are stained with blood and washed white with honor. For this flag men fought and died On a windy night if you listen you can hear them cry Truth love and honor, this is why we fight. The flag that stands for freedom was bought with a price so high paid for with blood and tears bought with heartache and pain. do you hear the flag rippling in the breeze? Standing proud on a distant hill when you look upon it remember it this flag was born of sacrifice... Don't dishonor it.
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