America asks assistance from us all
The twin towers as they began to fall
The people from within her cried out in pain
How though all of this can we keep sane?
We will never forget all the sad, hopeless eyes
As our Lady of Grace looks upon us and cries
And as we all go to fight
This country of ours now takes flight
We are blinded birds falling to the ground
We need to turn this thing around
Like moths to a flame
On others we place the blame
Like a fast growing fire
The death rate is getting higher
We have the will we have the power
This is no time ...