Go back, Go back the ice maiden said.
Liberty has a crush; Heroes are dead.
The petals of the dandelion are blown.
The rose is beautiful and is grown.
You are just the vanity of the stem.
Angels fly away and you're not like them.
But angel I know that you still care.
I know the beauty of the ocean glare.
Oh, my statue of liberty that cries.
I see you look across the blue skies.
You have life, liberty and the pursuit.
Just lift me up and that will do it.
Hold me in your hand my lovely grace.
I will show the night your cute face.
Take me out of this funeral pyre.
I will shine for you in rainbow fire.
