[00:00.06]A flag once bright is weather-worn
[00:16.32]its edges fringe the years it’s borne
[00:26.12]Yet flown above a quiet town
[00:29.42]it still keeps watch when suns go down
[00:39.53]Pride that shouts can scorch a land;
[00:42.39]humility can help it stand
[00:52.20]This cloth knows both the tear and mend
[00:55.50]the way to bow and rise again
[01:04.34]We are that fabric—stitched and frayed
[01:10.89]from borrowed light and homespun shade
[01:18.29]We stand because we’ve learned to bend
[01:21.62]we mend because we choose to tend
[01:27.23]Let storms go through;let colors pale
[01:33.75]Let love be wind that fills our sail
[01:40.50]A threadbare flag still marks a place—
[02:40.70]not of perfection but of grace