She stood in the harbor's morning light,
And saw the planes fly by.
She watched them plunge into towers of steel,
As flames leaped toward the sky.
She listened through thunderous crashing & booms
And heard our people cry.
Yet, still, the Statue of Liberty
Held the symbol of freedom high.
We watch the story unfold on the news,
As helpers continue to try;
We hope for the best as they struggle to dig
Before any survivors may die.
We listen to news anchors looking for details,
Through hundreds of expert's eyes.
And, still, the Statue of Liberty
Holds the symbol of freedom high.
As we gather our children around us and listen
To questions of how and why,
As we ponder the reasons that they'll comprehend,
And begin with a heavy sigh,
We can tell them the truth, that our comfort & strength
Come from knowing that God is nigh;
And that, still, the Statue of Liberty
Holds the symbol of freedom high.
