A blast occurs, a plane has hit, a tower proud and tall.
The nation now shocked and stunned, trying to understand it all.
As we watch in complete horror, another plane strikes her twin.
Flames engulf both of them... as terror strikes within.
We are painfully aware that this can be no act of fate.
It's terrorism at it's worst, that none could ever contemplate.
The news gets worse... how could it be? But calls come from Flight 93.
They too are prisoners of the air, heading for Washington DC.
As passengers call their loved ones, to warn them of what's planned,
They crash into the Pentagon. All die... with those on land.
Another flight has turned around, headed that way too.
But it won't strike it's target, because of Heroes... fight ensues.
They crash in Pennsylvania fields... dead Heroes that fought back...
Against the cowards in the air that launched heinous attacks.
The towers fall as we all watch, in quiet disbelief.
Some will jump, some escape...for most there's no relief.
Five thousand now are missing... much too high a cost.
We watch them dig with bare hands, resolved to reach those lost.
The City pulls together. The country volunteers
To help the fallen angels, while we all wipe our tears.
We may now be broken... A City brave and lost.
But we will rise with much resolve, for justice at all cost.
We'll build again, and find those men, that struck us without warning.
They'll know now with great certainty... that their "reward" is coming.
You beasts... you monsters... hear us now, the Giant is awake.
The world is mourning for those lost... of this make no mistake.
Justice will be served up cold, with patience we'll persevere.
We'll find you cowards... one and all, so now you live in fear.
We will rebuild. We'll stand tall. We'll grieve for all that's gone.
We'll recover... and never forget, this September Mourn.
Copyright � 2001 Diane Gallagher