Who Is This Lady Liberty?

 

She stands so straight, so tall

Who is this Lady Liberty

Do I know her at all?

To New York she came

For a new path in life

To her children she is mother,

To her husband she is wife.

She creates, she gives, she helps

With her out-stretched hand

But her feet and heart seem stranded

Somewhere in no-man’s land.

For it is a sunburnt country

Where her other foot does rest

Family, home and heart

Held closely to her chest.

Who is this Lady Liberty

She stands so straight, so small

Who is this Lady Liberty

Do I know her at all?