107th Floor

I’ve got a noose around my neck, And a fire outside my door. I’m about to dangle in my distress I’m on the 107th floor. They say: Stay there, we’re coming. We’ll be there soon and, We have battalions everywhere! I can hear the sirens swoon. But a plane has crashed, And trapped me here On this 107th floor. And my feeling is that This is it And I don’t want to go. They say they’re Coming, And they’ll Be here soon, But all I see are flames. I have a choice I can take my chances Hope for the best Trust that my saviors will not rest, Or I can take my life into my hands I can end it my way. End the panic. End the choking questions. The smoke is curling in Choking out my air. I wonder how many others Rely on A hope and a prayer. They could use my time To save someone else. Someone more deserving. And I could Go on my own terms. So I step up on my chair, And secure a steady rope. I place the noose around my neck I can only dare to hope. Please, someone remember Those on the 107th floor. I Kicked out the chair And dangled from the beam, It only took a second Quickly I was free. I didn’t die for nothing They saved three others For one of me, But still too many died All for some self-righteous dream. On the 107th floor, And 8th, The whole world heard them scream. The place I died Is now a hole, A ditch, A pit of rubble. Once so many Now it’s nothing, It’s called ground 0 now. Despite the sadness, Despite the pain, We must continue on. And continue to remember Why the floors are gone.