Take down your flag. The rain is falling.
The gentle drops that wash away the past
Are falling all around us, falling fast,
Eroding all the paths that led before.
Take down your flag. The seams are wearing.
The weakened threads of a forgotten age
Have failed to stop time’s turning page.
They let her honor fade and left her torn.
Take down your flag. The fire is burning.
See its smoke swell, thick and deep.
Beneath its darkness, children sleep,
But men can only weep, and women, mourn.
Take down your flag. The sun is setting.
Its golden rays can gleam no more.
Fold up your flag. The sun is setting,
Sinking low beyond the western shore.
melenoria 