The lady in the harbor she still holds her touch out to those huddled masses who are yearning for a freedom that still eludes them.

while the immigrants children see their brightest dreams shattered here on the New Jersey shoreline in the greed and the glitter of those high tech casinos.

while some mannequins wander into a cathedral there they stoop in the silence and their prayers are still whispered.

But I will sing their song in the Land of my Sojourn.

Nobody tells you when you get born here just how much you'll come to love it, and how you'll never belong here. So ill call you my country, while i am lonely for my home. And ill wish that I could take you there with me.

--Rich Mullins