A Broken Promise

A broken promise, divides. In the shadow of the harbor lights, She stands tall with a torch held high, A beacon for the weary souls, Guiding them through darkened skies. Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The lost and longing from your teeming shore, Send them all to me, send them all to me. On the distant shores they gather hope, Dreams in their hearts, strength in their bones, Seeking refuge from the storms of life, Finding solace in this land they roam. Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The lost and longing from your teeming shore, Send them all to me, send them all to me. The golden door stands open wide, Welcoming all with arms of pride, A promise of a better day, In this land where freedom stays. From every corner of the earth they come, Bringing tales of where they’re from, United by a common dream, In the land where the lamp gleams. Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The lost and longing from your teeming shore, Send them all to me, send them all to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door, A symbol of hope forevermore, In the land of the brave, the home of the free, Send them all to me, send them all to me.