A lone flag flies on a charred hill

It flies long and alone, for all to take hold

The red and the white, a beauty but to see

Mixes with the blue stars of thee

It is a great sign of our great tragic loss

For the ones we remember who fell in the September moss

But the flag rises high, above the steel and the dust

A reminder for all we fought for in the tragedy of the now bent rust

The flag it is strong, and makes us so proud

To remember those Americans who have all given their lives

Proud of we are those beautiful stars and stripes

They are in our minds when we are lost in sadness and fright

No matter the cases of the great loss and despair

The flag still flies high, and reminds us we still care

We will never forget, nor should we ever

For the ones who unjustly died, and we lost forever

But they are not lost, as our prayers are for them

They may be gone, but we will always remember the purpose they gave

For the flag still remains