9/11
Over the skyline there was a plane
Nobody would have guessed next what would’ve came
With a crash and rumble
That tower started to crumble
First responders responded in a rush
Lives were being torn and crushed
Through those screams and cries
The other tower was struck and we had to ask why?
It started to fall
Just like Pompeii’s walls.
Not soon after the other one came down
We wouldn’t be pushed around.
We rose from those ashes with fire raging around
In the end we would stand on the high ground.
As the sun settled down
We knew we’d never be torn down.
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