Old Glory On The Wall

I am American
Born and bred
Raised up with Old Glory
On the wall
Above my bed

My dreams are troubled
My flag is worn
This no longer seems
To be
The place
Where I belong

I am
Red with anger
White by fate
Blue from holding my [A]breath
In wait
Of a day
That brings
Bold stories
Like I ɾemember when

In my [A]ɾestless sleep
Old Glory is faded
Tattered in the wind
Hand [Bm]to [C7]heart
I pledge to
Make my [A]countɾy
Home again

We all [Em]have lost
While some gained
At too great a cost
Too much pain
As I stand
Before Old Glory
Still hanging on [C7]my [A]wall
I swear to [C7]God
I’ll do my [A]part
For one
And for [Dm7]all

I am
Lost in sorrow
Found in grace
And I see God
In every face
Every woman
Every man
Every child
Across our nation
Great and [Bm]wide

Lately I feel
My heart
Might break
Now I believe
And I’ve seen
My mistake

I made
Another God
Above
The one
Who made me
American

I am American