To some the American flag is just a pretty piece of fabric

In it they see no patriotic magic

Nothing to rally around that's tragic

Unable to see its dearly bought values wholly democratic

They see only simple stars and stripes

Not a standard which led America into 100 fights

To defend the helpless and protecting their rights

Dispelling the darkness and restoring the light

Carried into war by strong American hands

At this moment borne across far away desert sands

As our troops chase Bin Laden and the Taliban

Who have spread their repressive rule throughout the land

Our flag by some called Old Glory

If it could speak, just imagine the stories

Telling of hard times even when doing poorly

Let's thank God for it because we've missed it sorely

Designed by God to bind up the wounds of this nation

Both inside and outside for our preservation

Today raised high to ward off terrorist devastation

Overshadowing this evil infestation

Symbolizing our unity in the face of great adversity

Forged together even though we have endless diversity

That we might not fall prey to fear's uncertainty

Filled with God's peace and its unfailing certainty

A flag that until 9/11 lay neatly folded in our attics

Seldom used because we might appear to dramatic

Perhaps even leaning toward becoming a real fanatic

But that's nothing less than hype and static

But since then there's been a tremendous change

As we embrace our nation pain

Which upon us unexpectedly came

Leaving America stronger, but never quite the same.