The green lady

She stands there

Tall and dark against the water, the sky,

The burning white sun

Welcoming all who


Holding her torch high above her head

For as long as she can remember

Her arm must be tired

Wishes she could leave

Kiss the New York lights goodbye

Swim across the glistening sea

To lands her sons and daughters have


Or sink into the sea

Like those great beacons of light

Before her

Join them in matrimony of legend

And yet she stays

So too, shall I