In the morning on the eleventh of September, Two Thousand and One, New York City stopped and stared.
Then they ran and screamed and took to the streets, their eyes filled with terror.
And then the second bird hit that one last standing twin,
And the land of the free shook with fear from within.
We watched from TVs and heard on the radio.
We heard the screams and saw friends jump from windows.
And at the end of the day we had lost many lives.
But there were some things that could not be taken.
Our freedom, our hope, our pride.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
In the morning on the eleventh of September, Two Thousand and One, New York City stopped and stared.
Then they ran and screamed and took to the streets, their eyes filled with terror.
And then the second bird hit that one last standing twin,
And the land of the free shook with fear from within.
We watched from TVs and heard on the radio.
We heard the screams and saw friends jump from windows.
And at the end of the day we had lost many lives.
But there were some things that could not be taken.
Our freedom, our hope, our pride.