A Steady Feeling of Action…the postlude
Now, as I sit here alone on this day,
I think of the things that occurred in their way.
Life’s not the same, no, it never will be,
But at least there’s a will in the nation and me.
We both had a scuffle, we both rode the ride,
We both had our moments, we both felt hurt pride,
The nation in the eyes of the world, and I,
I saw my life flash by quickly and die.
Events of great horror occurred all at once,
Peoples’ lives, gone, lives of great consequence.
They died in a death deserv-ed by none.
They died, not in vain, but to spur all us on.
Now, as I sit here alone on this day,
I know our great nation will blaze a bright way.
We shan’t live in fear of these horrid attacks.
We must honor the dead and know our time to act.
For how can a nation as mighty as this,
Remain without action and leave things remiss?
We can’t and we won’t for our life will go on.
We’ll conquer this terror, suits of armor we don.
As our nation moves onward, a body must know
That the U.S. will stop at no endpoint to show
That we as a people can win any fight
When we, as a nation, stand up for what’s right!