Sometimes I feel like the statue of liberty.
Holding a creed in my heart if not in my arms.
I say bring my you tired, your poor, your unwanted.
Give me the people who you can't seem to love,
the ones who are really true gifts from above.
I'm drawn to peopele who truly live,
who die, who cry, who are at all times letting out a sigh.
The ones who can't always see through rose tinted glasses.
The ones who don't always get along with the masses.
Because they are all the more beautiful on the inside.
They have had it hard, none of them getting a free ride.
They are stong and will fight knowing they will bleed.
These are the ones that are represented in my creed.
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