COLORS...
My flag had little meaning, nor this my native land
When I was but a little boy and I was asked to stand
To pledge to it allegiance. I knew not what that meant
I'd see grown men standing quietly and watching it's ascent
At ballgames with my father, before they'd even start
We'd stand again to stare at it with hands over our hearts
I never did quite understand the bother or the fuss
I didn't know for what it stood or what it meant to us
I was there at many funerals and watched the loved ones cry
As the flag was folded reverently, I always wondered why
It seemed that everywhere I went a flag was always there
Some would show it great respect while others didn't care
Then, while still a young man, I went off to a war
On returning from that foreign land, I was confused no more
Now I understood exactly the reasons for the tears
The concern and awe shown to our flag in my younger years
Each color has a meaning, the red and white and blue
Combined they hold the story of our country tried and true
They stand for those who gave their lives and those with unknown fates
Each star a shining sibling of the brotherhood of states
So now when I am asked to stand, I do so with great pride
And sometimes I get misty eyed remembering those who died
I think now that the best gift we could give to a young child
Is assurance our colors always wave proud and undefiled!