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."