As we look in the sky,
it gives memories of how many of our heroes had to die.
We look up and see a big boom, boom,
not wanted to believe our day was full of doom.
All of the fright and pain, I could not hide,
so this is why a grown man had cried.
As God takes care of your families with care,
I know that He will always be there.
So now when we look up that way,
we know that you are ok.
As the clouds look like soft gentle cotton,
Your soft gentle Memories Will Not Be Forgotten
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