I’ll make a little paper boat,
And fill it with a song;
A melody so full of Joy,
To help it float along.
Next I’ll paint along its sides,
Stripes of gleaming red;
For Courage it can hold on to,
Through storms that lie ahead.
For it’s sails I’ll pluck some stars,
From an endless inky sky;
So they can light its course with Hope,
As the wind comes roaring by.
It gathers and blows its icy breath;
And builds up to a howl,
Until it shreds the shiny sails,
With a mighty hellish growl!
Bringing with it a numbing cold,
And a pressing dark so blind;
It fills my heart with a nameless Fear,
Spreading terror through my mind.
Upon its heels comes Despair,
With its keening siren’s wail;
Stealing words from my prayers,
So even God might not prevail.
Yet even in this chasm deep,
And through the pitch dark night;
I see the glimmer of my Faith,
In a faintly beckoning light.
There she stands, tall and firm,
Her blazing torch held high;
Appearing through the murky haze,
To heed my wordless cry!
”Well, here I am”, says She,
“You called me and I came;
My name is LadyLiberty,
This is the Freedom game.
I wear a crown upon my head,
And hold the book of Law;
It calls exiles to my side,
With Freedom as the draw.
Now with the passing of the years,
With the tugging tides;
My sheen has dulled quite a bit,
And has dented my pride!
But, I’d like to help, if I can;
For it is still within my power.
So state your name, file a claim,
Fulfill the need of the hour.”
A fresh chill runs down my spine,
Hearing the Lady speak...
Holding tight to my broken boat,
I say with a voice so weak,
”I confess I don’t know much,
Of the things you tell me now;
I tried to fill the boat I made,
From stern until the bow;
With precious gifts that I found,
In the tales my mother told;
My Dream I shaped within me,
Into this boat I now hold!
The land of my birth is long gone,
As is my fondest Dream!
The tears that fill my mother’s eyes,
They hold the brightest gleam!
I find your Truth is harsher still,
And here, I stand alone,
My name is “Tomorrow”,
All I want to claim - is “Home”!”
A melody so full of Joy, To help it float along. Next I’ll paint along its sides, Stripes of gleaming red; For Courage it can hold on to, Through storms that lie ahead. For it’s sails I’ll pluck some stars, From an endless inky sky;
So they can light its course with Hope, As the wind comes roaring by. It gathers and blows its icy breath; And builds up to a howl,
Until it shreds the shiny sails, With a mighty hellish growl! Bringing with it a numbing cold, And a pressing dark so blind; It fills my heart with a nameless Fear, Spreading terror through my mind. Upon its heels comes Despair, With its keening siren’s wail; Stealing words from my prayers, So even God might not prevail. Yet even in this chasm deep, And through the pitch dark night;
I see the glimmer of my Faith, In a faintly beckoning light. There she stands, tall and firm, Her blazing torch held high;
Appearing through the murky haze, To heed my wordless cry! ”Well, here I am”, says She, “You called me and I came; My name is Lady Liberty, This is the Freedom game. I wear a crown upon my head, And hold the book of Law; It calls exiles to my side, With Freedom as the draw. Now with the passing of the years, With the tugging tides; My sheen has dulled quite a bit, And has dented my pride! But, I’d like to help, if I can; For it is still within my power. So state your name, file a claim, Fulfill the need of the hour.” A fresh chill runs down my spine, Hearing the Lady speak... Holding tight to my broken boat, I say with a voice so weak, ”I confess I don’t know much, Of the things you tell me now; I tried to fill the boat I made, From stern until the bow; With precious gifts that I found, In the tales my mother told; My Dream I shaped within me, Into this boat I now hold! The land of my birth is long gone, As is my fondest Dream! The tears that fill my mother’s eyes, They hold the brightest gleam!
I find your Truth is harsher still, And here, I stand alone, My name is “Tomorrow”, All I want to claim - is “Home”!”
