Amoung The Aftermath ( Sept.11 tribute)
 

An aftermath of rubbles, clouds of soot cover the sky
the morning was in termoil, as we watched New York cry
Pile of twisted metal, flames seemed everywhere
looking for survivors, but it seemed none were there

How could this ever happen, through the airways of our sky
how can we understand this, as we all are asking why
The lives that were wasted, the families that were torn
the curses of the men lost, in the uniforms they'd worn

So for the orphaned children, for the spouses that remain
hats off to the survivors, and to the ones that were slained
We offer our deep regrets, as the Country sheds a tear
Standing tall for America, we shall not live in fear

Come join the celebrations, as we praise the lives of the lost
we vow our retribution, no matter what the cost
American has not faultered, nor lay down to this threat
because American stands for freedom, let us not forget

So join behind the flag, stars and strips of red white and blue
remember this is our Country, forefathers died for you
Lay tribute to the fallen, lost on that September day
remember their lives as glory, and then kneal with me and pray

Dave W Hartman

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