In the morning light, it waves with pride,
A symbol of freedom, far and wide.
Colors bright against the clear blue sky,
Whispering tales of days gone by.

Each star and stripe holds a story dear,
Of battles fought and moments clear.
Heroes’ dreams and voices strong,
In every thread where they belong.

When the storm clouds gather and shadows fall,
The flag stands tall, embracing all.
A beacon of hope in the darkest night,
Guiding through with its steadfast light.

So let it wave for all to see,
The emblem of our unity.
In peace and war, come what may,
Our flag will lead us day by day.