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Manhattan Sky

 

As the white smoke choked the morning air,

The nation, the world, did not stand and stare.

We banded together  to try to preserve,

To protect, to reflect ,

And to observe

What evil angry men can do when their hearts grow cold.

We search for hope to pull through

And the ability, as a nation, to be strong.

Still, here we sit,

A nation in mourning

Watching the world fall down.

No clear path to a happier day.

It all still seems a terrible dream

The towers still stand tall.

The pentagon did not fall.

The planes, they still fly high

In the unchanged Manhattan sky.

Terror fills the land tonight

As we wait for news of our loved ones plight.

We hope, and wish,

And dream out loud

That they will be home, soon.

But, day into night,

And night into day,

We silently pray,

And say our final good-byes,

To the souls high above

In the shattered Manhattan sky.