Because the flag is mine.

Because I want to hold it up high,

wrap myself in it, naked.

Because the flag is mine.

Because you should have rescued my grandmother.

Because you should have rescued my mother.

Because you should rescue me.

Because the flag is mine.

I want you to hold me and make me feel safe.

Still my longing, share trust,

Stand guard,

so I can let down mine.

To free love.

And be one of the stars.

Because you touch my heart.

Repost from August 26th 2015 of my Facebook page, to hopefully make a performance with at the Statue of Liberty as proposed here.