It's just 3 short of 12 And the death knell is no more. The grave is clear now Soon building where light takes its place. As we recall our memory, Almost as if, it were yesterday. When in the blink of an eye, Existed the flames and fire of horror.
Seeing those in air, falling And bouncing back up to heaven Or going straight through Because of the evil they held. Sorrow influence millions While others far away cheered The cloud covers that Horrible image of what stood no more.
Those who caused this As well the others who harbored it Have payed dearly And lost their prideful foothold Yet there is more That which we are moving on to. Perhaps just to prevent Another day of infamy elsewhere.
We will never forget And the death knell is no more.