The Star-Spangled Banner, a song we all know,
In a country we love or hope to help grow.
The line near the end that expresses the wonder,
At seeing our flag not ripped asunder,
But waving, still proud, over the battlements high,
A symbol of hope in that bleak, morning sky.
It calls to my heart, my memories, my soul,
My experience of war, and testaments told.
For once way back when, in my yo...