Lyrics

[Verse]
She traded her boots for a paintbrush in hand,
From flying high to making a stand.
Her studio’s humble, a rainbow of hues,
Sketching the stories of red, white, and blue.

[Chorus]
At Sketch and Salute, her colors take flight,
Honoring service with every stroke of light.
On wooden plaques and canvas true,
She paints the spirit of the red, white, and blue.

[Verse]
Her hands are steady, her heart’s full of pride,
Each piece a tribute to those who’ve survived.
From battlefields to freedom’s embrace,
She brings their missions to life in painted grace.

[Chorus]
At Sketch and Salute, her colors take flight,
Honoring service with every stroke of light.
On wooden plaques and canvas true,
She paints the spirit of the red, white, and blue.

[Bridge]
Through every sketch, through every frame,
She tells their stories, recalls their names.
Her gallery’s glowing, a beacon for all,
A salute to the brave who answered the call.

[Chorus]
At Sketch and Salute, her colors take flight,
Honoring service with every stroke of light.
On wooden plaques and canvas true,
She paints the spirit of the red, white, and blue.