This is to those who lost their families and friends
This is to those who didn't get to say 'I love you' to them.
This is to those who were struck with terror and fright.
This is to those who helped our country reunite.
This is to those who responded first.
This is to those who now suffer the worst.
This is to those who survived and lived on.
This is to those who have loved ones that are gone.

This is to the brave people who changed the direction of the third plane.

This is to the first responders who saved people despite their own pain.

This is to our nation, one of many freedoms and deprivations, This is to 9/11 a day that shook our foundations.

This is to us, who are still here to say, those who are gone will be remembered today.

On the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
At the eleventh hour
Silence rings out loudly
As free people stand
In silent tribute
Heads down
And Chest out proudly

When the silence rules the land
What is inside your head
Are you thinking of those who lived
Are you thinking of the dead
The silence is a moment
To be thankful to be free
To reflect upon the price paid
For the unborn, you, and me

When the silence rules the land
Truly, do what's right
Think of those who aren't here
Those who've gone into the light
Think, would I ever do this
Could I do what these men did
They died as men, as soldiers
When they left, most...still a kid

On the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
At the eleventh hour
When you stand and wait
Think of all those soldiers
Who passed the pearly gates
Think, of all your treasures
And, think....my life is quite nice
Because freedom isn't free to have
Freedom comes with a high price