| Jon Age 15 |
| Now that you have met my Family come on in and have a cup of coffee with me. Kick back in the rocking chair and lets share the moment. |
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| This page was last updated SUNDAY, 17th of April. 2005 |
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| This is my family |
| Collin Age 24 |
| Mary My Wife :) |
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| They are lovely...No? |
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| Stephanie Age 23 |
| Jenika Age 17 |
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| And then there's me, Tom Butman Age 39 |
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| written by my Mom God Bless Her |
The ships began to gather In the harbor that fourth of July In respect to our Miss Liberty They’d salute as they passed by. The lady stood before us Her lighted lamp held high When suddenly I heard a voice As a tear fell from her eye I welcomed you to our great land When you were down and out I offered you a second chance When you were filled with doubt You arrived here in great masses To escape from your despair Was it freedom you were looking for Or privilege and welfare? Silver in every pocket Streets that are paved with gold, We’re the land of promise Were the stories you were told Well the gold is in my rivers The silver in my land The promise in my people As they offered you their hand If freedom’s what you’re seeking, You’ll find it here with me But hand in hand with freedom Goes responsibility You walked among my people, Saw their heads held high, Felt energy in their actions, Saw a twinkle in their eye If they fell down by the wayside They didn’t blame their friends They righted themselves and dusted off And began their lives again. |
| What’s happened to our nation? Where did we go wrong? What sapped our strength and weakened us When we were once so strong? Were we careless in our actions? Did we rule with a heavy hand? Did we throw away our freedom To obey at one’s command? Freedom must be for everyone To live the way they please For freedom, my friends, is absolute Not measured by degrees. To force freedom on a foreign land Will always be rejected For freedom you see can never be forced But only be protected Listen to me America Here what I have to say The freedom you had was never stolen But only given away When you expect your government To do what you should do They form another agency And pass the cost to you Can you afford the luxury Of doing your very least? For government is all-consuming ‘tis the nature of the beast Pay more heed to history Or freedom cannot last The answer to your future Will be discovered in your past |
| What will you tell your children When they ask what I symbolize? Will you explain to them what they have missed? Can you look them in their eyes? Her voice began to falter The mob began to shout The tears flowed freely down her face As Freedom’s torch burned out. By Avis Butman |
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| Miss Liberty Speaks |