The flames’ a distant memory,
Grass grows where there once was debris.
That fateful day the towers fell,
Struck down by men condemned to hell,
Who drove those planes through glass and steal
And cut a wound that would not heal
Across the face of liberty…
That day will live in infamy.
The rising black smoke filled the skies,
Mixed with desperate victims’ cries,
Who, choosing to escape the flames,
Free-fell while loved ones called their names.
Heroes facing death’s cold stare,
Knowing they might not be spared,
Still tried to save those trapped within,
Strong and determined ‘till the end.
South Tower fell at 10:03,
A storm of ashes and debris
Blocking out the morning sun,
Devouring those who tried to run.
Brave-hearted people all stood fast,
Hoping that north tower would last.
It barely stood on shaky knees,
Swaying with the slightest breeze.
It gave in at 10:28.
For those inside it was too late.
The crushing force of every floor,
Ensured that those trapped felt no more.
Time stood still for our nation then;
It seemed that freedom would meet its end,
Knocked down by Satan’s fiery fist.
We hopes it wouldn’t end like this,
Without a word we watched in shock…
Our world’s foundations had been rocked.
And as the snowy ashes fell,
From deep within us came a yell,
A yell of horror and disbelief,
A yell of anger mixed with grief,
A yell that would not fade away,
That resonates this very day,
In the hearts of true Americans,
Who’ll fight for freedom ‘till the end.