I lift my lamp toward the golden door
From shinning sea to rushing shores
with tear filled eyes I wish upon you grace
That you should find liberty as an ascended race
Let your work leave your legacies let you name be remembered in love
Let all the things you've done with integrity be recorded above
And while we're together I'll nurture you with nature I'll give you the world whole
But only as much as you can handle for too much of a good thing gets old
As too much of a bad thing unfurls
like a cancer to our emotions embedding into our DNA curls
Yet, we last all night perpetually moving finding our way
Our ancestors couldn't; we are free to think, to speak, to create
I pray you don't become insensitive to struggle as you forever look towards the sun
And you find comfort and peace knowing you're protected by mama's gun
I wish you love my children of no foreign land
And everything will progress with grace having been touched by your hands
Go into this living knowing your are revered and respected
For I am always with my children. Exiled but never neglected.