O, I walked into hell that day
I carried a shovel
The thickened dust never rose
Still I tried my best to see
From flames the planes assembled
From Heaven the towers burned
O, I just stand here watching
This world lose all the turns
As a man jumps from the towers
Screams and terrors come alive
I still look in the ashes
For any people who survived
I pray to God he’s watching
O, I wonder what he thought
No love for one another,
Lord, shoot them with your best shot
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