THE LADY I wonder what she thought As she stood there, strong and tall She couldn't turn away She was forced to watch it all. Did she long to offer comfort As her country bled? With her arm forever frozen High above her head. She could not shield her eyes She could not hide her face She just stared across the water Keeping Freedom's place. The smell of smoke and terror Somehow reduced her size So small within the harbour But still we recognised. How dignified and beautiful On a day so many died I wonder what she thought And I know she must have cried.