No weather lessens that bold torch
held high by Lady Liberty
who lights the way, the golden door,
where tyranny must cease before.

And yet, we've witnessed flickering,
some sudden seconds all goes dark
or freedoms stumble out of sight
and justice shudders through the night.

However such things come to be,
we must uphold autonomy:
conserve that beacon, keep it bright,
preserve it with our wisest might,

recall it when dense clouds collect,
look toward it always, then reflect
upon those most essential rays
and be inspired by that blaze.