Have you stood beside Old Glory

To hear her whipping in the wind

She tells this nation's story

Time and yet again

Have you listened with your heart

To what she has to say

The years through which she's traveled

To wave in pride today

At times she flies in silence

Her stars become her eyes

She's flown over foreign soil

A goal to realize

She flew that day in Washington

Over Martin Luther King

And flew in Oklahoma

Over tragedy unseen