I was on Flight 93

I was on Flight 93, On my way to San Francisco, When I died to keep you all free. Four Al-Qaeda from what I could see, They tried to take over but we told them no, I was on Flight 93. We landed among the company of trees, Fort-four perished in the fiery glow, When I died to keep you all free. Where I died, there’s a memorial for me. A beautiful place where the wind can blow. I was on Flight 93, When I died to set you all free.