A LADY SO BRAVE

With her silhouette shimmering against the evening sky,

her beauty was outstandingly honest to see,

She was nothing less than a symbol of bravery,

in the eyes of her warriors that fought to keep her free.

She's bandaged the gashes of many a wounded soldier,

used for warmth on a cold winter's night,

Flew above war torn battlefield's of death,

been the cause, the promise and the saving light.

Each strand of her making provides strength to all,

her vibrant colors shall never fade,

In the eyes of her enemy she'll not cower,

for her people she generously gives aid.

She's been ripped and torn and burned in the streets,

cursed and cut into shreds,

Walked on, stomped on, bled on and abused,

but she sheds her tears, when covering the dead.

She's as proud of her country as her country is of her,

a lady of perfection in any man's eye,

She'll stand beside him, above him and around him,

giving him shelter, to keep him dry.

Her faith is protection, her promise is true,

her dreams are the same as yours,

She'll bow in sadness or give a standing ovation,

her gallantry remains virginally pure.

Her identity is known throughout the world,

her stripes wave freely, her stars shine brightly,

She is red, She is white and She is blue,

Her name is unforgettable; Her name is Old Glory.