The fabric of our Flag is more
than ever meets the eye.
It wraps our very heart with love,
and cloaks us when we die.

Money will buy a replica,
to fly upon a pole;
but the real flag cannot be bought.
It's earned with our soul.

There's nothing like the feeling
we share with our fellowman,
as it guards our freedom
given us by God's own hand.

It's what makes a Mother weep
even though she bursts with pride,
a wife and children filled with dread,
a Father's tears he cannot hide.

The world can't understand it.
They're not as blessed as we.
America is not just a place --
it's an idea that keeps us free.

The cost is more than worth it.
That's what we believe is true.
We give our young again and then
Freedom is their gift to me and you.

I may not have much left,
but what I have I'll give
to see this Flag continue to fly
over this great country where we live.