On that terror filled day of the Tragic Attack,
Many heroes stand tall in the light.
But foremost to me was a man who went down
On one of the ill-fated flights




He knew that his limited time would be short,
That soon he was destined to die,
But the terrorists' plans he knew he must thwart.
He at least was determined to try.




Oer a cell phone his wife was to hear his last words,
Ere he became part of the toll.
He said to his friend with a grim final tone,
"Are you ready," he asked. "Then let's roll."




So forward they charged, and a struggle ensued,
As they tried for control of the plane.
Though we may never learn the details, we know
That their efforts were not made in vain.




Then on Pennsylvania's bleak country side
The wreckage was soon to be found.
The broken remainders of Flight Ninety Three
Were scattered oer blood spattered ground.




This brave-hearted patriot's heroic action
Helped avert tragic acts that were greater-
Satanic plans that were shaped in the mind
Of demonic, evil practicing haters.




A hero appearing before me I see.
God bless him, give peace to his soul.
This special man standing so tall is he
Who said to his friend, "Let's Roll!"