“Have you seen those eyes; that can see so far from up high?
It could look into your soul; as it stares at a far a way knoll.
The eagle has flown from a stave; held by a man so brave.
It has soared over a battle so bad; tears fell from its eyes, so sad.
Its feathers were very ruffled; when it returned, a man hustled to save.
The colors were about to fall; from a man shot with a cannon ball.
He reached out to keep the flag safe; his last chance to keep the faith.”