How the statue of liberty may see things |
Where's The Peace? They say I have no feelings for mankind, And my heart is made of stone, But yet I wonder, Who should actually be called cold? A gunshot deafens the ear, On what was a peaceful night, Revealing the smell of death, And without remorse, reported at nine. Amongst the people who surround me, There is a man without a home, But yet I see you walk around him, To let him beg and cry alone. I hear a child's cry for hunger, Across the shimmering sea, Yet I wonder how the rich can be so selfish, When the hungry cry with grief. My heart feels heavy, As I watch them all below. There are the ones who pray for help, While the ones who can, won't. But I'll keep my tears inside, While I remain standing proud and tall, Because I am the Statue of Liberty, At your beck and call. |