The eleventh of September.

A day that I'm sure

We all will remember.

A jet liner crashed

Into the World Trade Tower.

Our symbol of strength,

Our symbol of power.

We stood and we stared

At our television set.

This couldn't be happening,

There's people on that jet.

And then as we stood there,

Wondering what we should do.

Another jet crashed

Into Trade Tower Two.

We gasped and we cried,

Cause by then we all knew...

This was no accident.

The fear in us grew.

The Pentagon's been hit!,

We heard news men exclaim.

My goodness, what's next?

What group is to blame?

Pennsylvania became

The next dreadful site.

Another jet crashed

On a routine flight.

Three different states

Became a crash scene.

Tall Towers, Pentagon,

And a farm field of green.

Rescuers all came,

Volunteers were many.

They didn't want paid,

Not even a penny.

God Bless America!

As the big flag was raised

Everyone watched,

Everyone gazed.

Thousands of people

Were lost on that day;

Both, men and women

And children, they say.

We're waving our flags,

And the ribbons we wear.

We light our candles

To show that we care.

Our military fight

For our freedom and rights.

We need to pray for them

Both, mornings and nights.

~~written by Marsha~~

~~on September 29, 2001~~

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