Like a lighthouse, guiding weary souls,
Escaping untenable circumstances,
Through treacherous water toward freedom,
She provides a comforting aura of solidarity.
Even as the country they seek refuge in,
Is governed by an unforgiving tyrant.
And so, not all who bear witness to her light,
Are granted clemency, though all who might,
can feel the warmth she emanates.
And that while the land of freedom,
In its interminable tangle of bureaucracy,
Tries to find every avenue to delay their entry,
They may rest easy knowing when they return,
Hers will be the guiding light which burns.