Burning to ashes, smoke brazen 'gainst auburn skies,
with black-like coal, flowing down like rain.
The tears of many flows the streets below,
many on their knees crying, pleading.
The blood that day overflowed the land,
the blood that day filled the seas.
Orphans were born, O' such tragedy,
the towers fell, ashes erupt;
crashing like ocean waves onto the land.
Stampede of many people running,
lost within the cloud of dust and ashes.
A nation mourning the loss of many;
children among many in their forever sleep,
The world witnessed man's darkest desires,
O' such a black September morn;
a tragic day, a year of terror, a massacre.
Short cut lives, forever remembered;
a nation coming together.
Candlelight glow fills the nightly streets,
that day still lingering years pass.
Many left with unanswered questions, burning;
burning forever, forever, 'Why? '
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