A titan of steel, a finger of light, Piercing the clouds, a harbor at night. The Empire State, a needle in the gray, Where hopes ascend to greet each day. From a city that dreams, built on a shore, You rose from depression, and asked for more. A peak of progress, a symbol so grand, A testament to what we can build with hand. A modern-day colossus, built with sweat and stone, Your silhouette a legend, on a strong throne. From the summit's height a shepherd sings, While Manhattan below dances and swings. You have seen the world's dramas, its laughter and pain, From a whisper of hope to a tempestuous rain. And still you stand, a constant, a view, The grand city spire, forever anew. A titan of steel, a spire of light, Against the sky, you stand so bright. A monument to hope, a dream made real, And even in a sad country, we can heal. From clouds you rise, a rival to the sun, Where steely workers made you one. You've hold the city's pulse, its rush, its di...
