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;
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
I wear a crown upon my head,
And hold the book of Law
It calls exiles to my side,
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;
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”