I smell the smoke and hear the cannons roar
As I lay watching the destruction upon the shore.
I lie hoping in God and whisper a prayer, "Lord, this country save,
The land of the free and the home of the brave."
And when at last the cannons cease, and the whizzing bullets subside,
I see our flag standing tall, tattered, yet with unwounded pride.
A symbol of what America's come to be, and what she has in store,
Is that flag flying high upon the far-off shore.
I take a scrap of paper and scribble verses down there,
Which are the words of our country's "Star-Spangled Banner."