• Fading Glory

    it waves bold and bright
    there it is all around
    it will not be seen at night
    hey look its all about the town!

    whose colors so boldly proclaim
    this is our land and way of thinking
    we help all; blind, deaf, or lame
    to this our way of living

    we look to other nations
    but we forget our own
    we forget that which is our station
    to help all men, and cease the groan
    of the old and weary soul.