| Dear Mr. President: A proclamation is in order; I feel that we should set aside The day of September eleventh To show our grief and pride. Let every person stand up For a moment of silent prayer; Let every flag fly half-mast To let them see we care! A year will have passed away Since the terrorist attack; Let us honor those who died That never can come back. Let the families of the victims Know that America is still strong That we love our freedom And will fight just to belong. We cannot change the tragedy But we can do what's right To honor and remember - To light candles this night. Let every heart pray for peace, For safety of those we love Let the music dry the tears; And when push comes to shove Let us stand together, Fight back if we must - But pause for just a day To renew our trust. A national day of mourning Seems appropriate to me For a country that will endure And for Lady Liberty! Now I am just one person Who would keep the torch alive; Who will fly the flag and light A candle for the hearts that strive To live on through the heartache To live on through the pain And pray that such disaster Will never, ever come again. |
| Bruised, not broken - We are down, but we are not out! You've landed a blow To our spirit, our dreams But I want you to know - That the bleeding stops; And the wounds will heal - Our zest for living Has more appeal. Bruised, not broken - Life will go on, I've no doubt of that Our families and friends Will help us up again We're closer now Than we've ever been! Bruised, not broken - Circle the wagons, Stand the guard - Terror lurks In our own backyard! Fight for freedom, Fight for life - Fight for our country To end the strife. And God help us all! |
| Day of Infamy Etched in the minds of every American Were the tragic events of that day When two planes crashed into the towers And two more crashed on their way. One plane hit the Pentagon - Bursting into deadly flame The world will long remember And it will never be the same. Another plane had turned back From a planned flight to the west Heading back to Washington But in Pennsylvania came to rest. For the men on board were thwarted In their quest to cause more pain They'd never reach the capital Passengers on board took the gain! As the first plane hit the tower A cloud of thick black smoke Drew the attention of the world; So many hearts it broke. A second plane hit the other tower Smashing into it with such force; A ball of fire engulfed several floors As the plane flew its final course. Heat from the fire blasted And shattered every steel wall; As the first tower started to crumble Millions watched its downward fall. Rescue units from New York City Responded to the call of alarm - As the nation watched and waited Their courage in the way of harm. Firefighters and police rescue units Were there upon the scene that day Trying to save the lives they could And so many of their own would pay. Reports of thousands wounded, Reports of many dead and gone; Reports of trapped firefighters The news kept on and on - In the second tower stood a man Looking at the scene of despair, Shock and resignation on his face And no way out of there. Flames and heat so intense below He had little choice to make - He climbed out the shattered window; The final plunge he'd take. Caught by cameras in his jump - Another image carried to our grave; Hard to believe that anyone Was left in there to save. The second tower also fell Down onto the street below - How many trapped inside We may never really know. Yet in the rubble and the ash Some were pulled out alive; A miracle that any lived - So many did not survive. The image that we hold dear When all is said and done - Is that of firefighters Raising our flag at setting sun. Wounded as we have never been, The spirit of America rang true As the flags across America Were unfurled and flying too. The real heroes of that day Were men and women like you and me - Who pledged their lives to help America - stay free! |
| ON SEPTEMBER ELEVENTH The plane had crashed hard Into the top of the first tower; Thick black smoke and flames, Ash and debris shower - Watching in disbelief Petrified with shock - Those in the second tower Quickly took stock Of their own situation, And prepared to go As quickly as they could Down to the streets below. They jammed the elevators And some just took the stairs; As they descended downward There were many, many prayers - That they would make it safely They thought that they just might; Until the second plane hit - Their building shook with fright! A fireball of jet fuel - No one could make it out alive; So many lives lost that day Not one soul could survive! Standing in the office Was one last solitary soul On his face was disbelief At the thought of the death toll. Fire down below him, The roaring and the heat He thought about his family As he looked down at the street. When the first plane had hit He had picked up the phone And made - one last call To say he wasn't coming home. The heat was so intense That the steel began to break His only thought was That it was much too late - A look of resignation Came across his face, No time for reason He must leave this place! He ran to the window With the shattered glass Climbed up and jumped As other bodies fell past. As eagles fly in triumph And every flag haft-mast; In every heart will be Memories that forever last. We will not forget them That died that day of infamy Terrorists may have wounded But the soul of America flies free. |
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| A special gift of words by Countrymom |
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| candle in the wind...elton john |
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