The sun was shining brightly on
That calm September morn.
And not a sign did there appear
To caution or forewarn.



Destruction delivered by fists of mail
That struck at America's heart,
Spewed millions of tons of falling debris
As buildings fell quickly apart.



Thousands of souls on that infamous day
Breathed final breaths of life.
There would be no more pain for them,
No worries and no strife.



But for their loved ones left behind
The pain had just begun.
No father coming home that night,
Or a mother, wife or son.



A little girl with tear filled eyes
Rocked slowly in a chair.
She cried out for her mommy, but
Her mom would not be there.



Her mommy lay in a common grave
Of those dead 'fore their time.
Covered with shrouds of dust and smoke,
Which blended with blood and grime.



Across the river in another house,
A boy with glove and bat
Waited for Dad to go to his game,
As he donned his baseball hat.



Ten thousand more children were waiting, too
For parents who will not return.
But memories of love will remain in their hearts
And the flames will forever burn.



But our country is now united in love
With commitment and great resolve.
To resist all evil at home and abroad
And allow lasting peace to evolve.



As we hope and pray that never again
The eyes of man would view
Such senseless terror committed in vain,
Let us build on our lives anew.