You sit pondering, thinking slowly
About the things that have been done
You can't help but doubting
That this war can actually be won
You think of the events
that led to this war
And the memories start coming back
People jumping from the 80th floor
Rather than staying to die with the pack
The U.S. has never been more patriotic
Than in the past few years
But the patriotism is wearing thin
And so are the tears.
You can help but think
People are starting to forget
Except for those that were there
Worried about money and bets
Instead of Caution and Fear.
Is smart to move on
But never forget
Because if we're not aware
The same thing may happen again
The fear, the tears
Body's falling
here and there
All of this for people to finally care? ?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will continue to dwell in our minds
But we continue to fall
To divide, and make racial lines.
Why should it take Rage, Sorrow, and terror
For us to finally unite?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will never be sealed air tight...
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Missy>>>Final stanza says it all, here...A Fine, write by a proud american, as i am as well & have written a great deal of editorial on the War, it's roots and it's plight.... Well done, young lady...Good to see you on Site'''''''''''''''''''''FJR