Liberty’s Lighthouse

Standing on the precipice

High above the pounding surf

Where oceans feud with continents

In clamorous retort,

She lifts her lamp to launch a light of

Welcoming and warning,

A blaze of brilliant radiance to

Guide her wayward waifs to port.

 

Where do you live, sweet Liberty?

What stories will you tell?

Why such a heavy price to pay to

Ride your carousel?

Why must you be so hard to win and

Harder yet to keep?

So many brave souls fight and die,

So many mothers weep. 

 

Alas, we mortals need exist 

In all our frailty,

With but one passion, one desire to

Live perfectly free.

We guard the night

Prepared to fight forever and a day,

And Liberty’s steadfast lighthouse

Is there to light the way.