THE LADY

I wonder what she thought 
As she stood there, strong and tall. 
She couldn't turn away, 
She was forced to watch it all. 

Did she long to offer comfort 
As her country bled? 
With her arm forever frozen 
High above her head. 

She could not shield her eyes 
She could not hide her face 
She just stared across the water 
Keeping Freedom's place. 

The smell of smoke and terror 
Somehow reduced her size 
So small within the harbor 
But still we recognized... 

How dignified and beautiful 
On a day so many died 
I wonder what she thought, 
And I know she must have cried.

Author Unknown to me