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September 11th Song:
The Eagle keens his mournful song
Evil men with empty souls
Fallen towers, turned to dust
God Almighty, by any name
Lines of stone chairs, straight and long
People died here at their desks
Killed by someone's bitterness
Someone took our American dream
Turned it into a nightmare scream
Thought that we had seen it all
When we watched the Murrah Building fall
Havoc, terror, death their goals
Buildings crumble, heroes fall
Left behind, we mourn them all
Now united hear our cry
The spirit of Freedom cannot die.
Thousands missing, fight we must
From the rubble hear songs rise
Defying terror, filled with pride
Amidst the ruins the flag is raised
To our attackers' great dismay
Though they sought to tear apart
They've made us stronger, of one heart
Help your people bear this pain
Give us justice, grant us peace
Let the slaughter someday cease
Teach us that we're all the same
No matter how we call your name
Now united, hear our cry
The spirit of Freedom cannot die.
Heroes
Last one hit was first to fall
In the middle of our nightmare’s worst
If you ask me what’s a hero
In the hearts of all their countrymen
And when someone asks where God was
With our heroes still inside
All those brave young men who
Ran upstairs, against the human tide.
Came the Finest and the Brave
Men of courage and compassion
Whose mission was to save.
I can say with quiet pride
A man running up Twin Towers’ stairs
For how he lived and how he died.
Their valor still survives
While we won’t forget the horror
We remember more their sacrifice.
On that bleak September morn
We’ll remember all the angels
That came in uniform.
Text, photographs and graphics copyright 2003 by Michele C. Petitt. All rights reserved.
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