Without the Stars Shining Bright, Americans Will Fight" When the red bleeds into the white, Valor meets purity, shining bright. When blue bleeds into the white, Vigilance and peace unite. Blue stands firm, with justice in hand, But without white’s peace, red and blue can't stand.Red brings courage, fierce and bold, Blue brings justice, watchful and cold. White is the bridge, the calm, the light, Without it, red and blue just fight.The white stars shine, pure and bright, Guiding states in liberty’s light. Each star a hope, a union true, Together they form the red, white, and blue.Without the stars shining bright, No guiding hope to share the light. Red and blue will clash and fight, Lost in struggle, lost in night.The stars are white, pure and clear, Symbols of unity held dear. They light the way through darkest days, Binding freedom’s bright array. So hold the stars within your sight, Together strong with red, white, and blue’s might, or we will fight . The Foundations of the Colors Red is the hardiness, the iron in our veins, The valor of the spirit that refuses any chains. It’s the courage of the many, the sacrifice and fire, A bold and restless hunger, a burning heart’s desire. White is the innocence, the purity of sight, The peace that keeps the fire from consuming all the light. It’s the silence in the meadow, the snowy field of grace, The bridge that holds a steady hand for every creed and race. Blue is the vigilance, the justice in the sky, The perseverance watching with a never-closing eye. It’s the deep and steady ocean, the firm and watchful host, Protecting every harbor from the coast to shining coast. The Symbols of the Stars A new constellation born from thirteen separate sparks, A map of silver diamonds cutting through the heavy dark. They aren’t just points of light across a field of velvet blue, They are the souls of fifty states, a union tried and true. If the stars begin to flicker, if the heavens start to fade, We lose the holy promise that our founding fathers made. For the stars represent the heavens, the goals to which we fly, A dream that’s etched in silver on the canvas of the sky. Without the white to calm the red, the valor turns to rage, A story written only on a bloodied, broken page. Without the blue to guide the hand, the justice turns to stone, And every brother finds himself standing all alone. The stripes are rays of sunlight that emanate from high, But they cannot warm the earth if we tear apart the sky. When the white begins to vanish, the red and blue collide, With no one left to listen and no place left to hide. Without the Stars Shining Bright, Americans Will Fight" When the red bleeds into the white, Valor meets purity, shining bright.