On That Day (9-11)
Black smoke turning to gray,
Strong icons toppled,
On that day.
People of the world they say,
Great Heros were lost,
On that day.
Rising from the dusty way,
Our symbol of freedom,
On that day.
A nation that will not lay,
But did unite,
On that day.
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