My red stripes remind us
of blood that was split,
protecting this country,
our forefathers built.

My white strings mean honor,
and spirit and grace;
for which we shuld strive
with the whole human race.

Brilliant white stars
on a field of bright blue--
one for each state
that has sworn to be true.

Proudly I've flown
and given my best,
but now comes the time
I finally must rest.

For my colors are faded,
I'm tattered and torn;
and it's honor you'll show
when you place me to burn.

Of my ashes I ask
that you each take a part--
the better to help
hold this night in your heart.