Billowing in the wind, our flag stands tall. Loyalty shines through the tight woven fabric. It blows, not just for our country itself, but for the people living in it. This small flag is an emblem of our trust, our faith, and our loyalty. Some days, the flag will hang low, his head down with sorrow. That flag is waiting for us. Waiting for us to bring the wind and make our country whole. We will crawl till we learn to upsurge together and rise as one body. That is when the flag will rise again. That is when the flag will dance, in our glory.