In the heart of a nation, a flame does burn, A symbol of freedom, for all to discern. A pome of liberty, a torch held high, In the pursuit of justice, reaching the sky.
Lady Liberty, with her torch aglow, A beacon of hope, for all to know. In New York Harbor, she stands tall and proud, A symbol of welcome, in her shroud.
With her crown of rays and her steadfast grace, She symbolizes a welcoming embrace. A promise of freedom, for those in need, In the pome of liberty, hopes can indeed.
From her pedestal, she watches o'er, A land of promise, an open door. In her shadow, dreams take flight, In the land of the free, where day turns to night.
But liberty's flame is not just in her hand, It lives in the hearts of women and man. In the quest for justice, in the fight for right, In the pome of liberty, we find our light.
So let us cherish this flame so true, In the land of the free, for me and you. A pome of liberty, a timeless song, In its embrace, we all belong.
