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And I got Up and I kept going


The line to the finish was so very near When a sound went off so I could barely hear I fell down - I felt the pain We have been bombed - I cry as I lay I see the other runners turn around to help me back up The smoke fills the air, the screams start to pour out Another shaking bomb goes off down the street We are torn apart in the panic that occurs - the race so sweet Thousands of people will never be the same But this is Beantown - we won't lay down where we lay So I tell myself I have to finish this fight I get myself up and I run with all of my might Then I go and help people get to the hospital with care Thousands of people - I can't help but stare Thousands of injuries - 3 are dead It is like getting a kick to the head I got lucky - I live for one more day This is Boston - you can't hide from us This is Boston we are strong And when we get to sing our anthem - we sing along The game we didn't win but won Two teams united in just one song So Boston now it's time to recover And we will What did I do when terrorists tried to keep me down ? I got up and I kept going - you came to the wrong town
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