The Lady

There's a lady in New York, bless her heart.
She sets off a spark in my heart.
She stands so tall and proud and greets the crowd.
She's a shining symbol of freedom for the world to see.
She's the Statue of Liberty, she means so much to me.
When I heard of her dismay,
I cried O Lord we can't let her decay.
Now I'm proud to say come what may,
The Lady is here to stay.
The Statue of Liberty will never decay.

by Larry E. Hopson

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