Going forward I see footstep that has been left behind from time,
as I look back at the steps, I see footsteps that are mine.
Like the steps before me I'll serve my country and my steps will remain in time for others to follow, so that the path that leads
will keep our country free.
Lead, follow or step aside Old Glory is waving.
She's waving with pride and not saying goodbye
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