The Resurrection of Lady Liberty
In the shadows of a world in despair,
Where darkness reigned and hope was rare,
A legend whispered of a figure so grand,
Lady Liberty, with outstretched hand.
In slumber deep, she lay forlorn,
Her radiance faded, her spirit worn,
But on the day of the solar eclipse,
She stirred from sleep, with trembling lips.
From dust and ashes, she arose,
Her form aglow, in golden clothes,
With wings outspread, she took to flight,
A beacon of hope, shining bright.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Her voice rang out across the sky,
"Arise, O people, cast off your chains,
For true freedom now remains."
In her wake, oppression fled,
As hearts were touched and souls were fed,
With courage, love, and unity,
She forged a path to liberty.
No longer bound by fear or strife,
In Lady Liberty's embrace of life,
A world transformed, where all are free,
In harmony and unity.
So let us heed her timeless call,
To rise above, to stand tall,
For in her resurrection's light,
True freedom blooms, pure and bright.
