Mine

 

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 din,

And hold the world within the walls you're in.