The flag still flies
As proud as can be
After the horrible night
For you and me.
The flames of the fire
Grew oh so high
It took our home
But the flag survived.
The flag still flies
Day after day
A constant reminder
It will be okay.
A symbol of honor
Of love and pride
A gentle reminder
As the days go by.
To never give up
To always have hope
As we go through the days
As we try to cope.
The flag still flies
Though tattered and torn
Like a Marine Soldier
Battered and worn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem