The Crisis
I'm tucked up in my bed
it's late the TV's on
the late night news is broadcast
cut in there's something wrong
A plane has crashed in America
has hit the World Trade Centre
I can't believe my eye's
it's some sort of a disaster
But then we watch in horror
as another plane ploughs in
this is no mistake
it all starts to look so grim
The smoke gets thick and grey
the building can't take no more
slowly it begins to crash
and my tears begin to pour
My heart goes out to all the victims
and their families and friends
May god look after them all
and comfort them to the end
Copyright 2001 Tracie Collis
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