Southern Land

Our Thin Blue Flag

The mast wore yellow in the sun an' rain,
the flag wore thin to see straight through,
the reason that it rose is long forgot,
the reason why stays stays true,

with only the earth to keep our truth,
and only the heavens to store our hope,
somewhere in between, on a rusted mast,
on a taught and fraying rope,

flies the thin blue flag against the sky,
with love and pride and sorrow,
to shoulder all our pain of past,
and hopes of our tomorrow,

so whether feeling love or loss,
or whether good or bad,
above you flies the southern cross
upon our thin blue flag.