Her grace is a peculiar disposition
She stood tall above her harbor
With a smile on her face
Proud yet still somber.
They say she carries the world's pain
Epitomizes the world's hope
That someday liberty will free us from suffering
She guides us with her grace
She welcomes the foreign
And gives her children a fresh embrace
Promises that cannot be kept for eternity,
But made and said with only hope that it will endure.
They once said that her torch shone to lead the way
Freedom from oppression
The shackles that once held her down
Fought for her possession
Waves of fury and criticism have torn her down
Even her own had once fought for her dissolution
With the same passion
And while they yielded their cause
It was with a shot and a stab.
She still stands after all these years
She symbolizes what many still hold dear
But she becomes neglected time and time again
The words faded
A symbol that was for liberty
Now merely a sight to see.
Lady Liberty stands gazing out
After years of torment and disgrace
In a way, she had already fell
Yet here she stands in physical form
Made of France who gave its trust
Only to be betrayed and stabbed by the one they once succored
A shadow of the light that had already gone out
Dead and withered, forgotten by her own children.
How far has she come from her early days!
When she was still an idea
Then came to a colossus
Yet the wealthier she got
The worse she became
Revoking her old ways
Becoming the one she had feared.
Many would die to become free
But freedom cannot be sustained
Corruption fills our eyes and brains
Forcing us to believe what we were told
Freedom but not freedom
Words but not words
Only ashes of what could've been
The truth grows more vindictive with every day
But it is a truth that we cannot escape
She stumbles and trips
Ultimately to be destroyed by her own grace
Nearer and nearer that time comes
That time that I would most surely face
To repair the broken light
That once illuminated her dignity.
Not meant to offend anyone. Politics is a tricky subject.