[Tune: Thunderdome--Tina Turner]

We will always have a hero.
We will always have a brave one.
We will fight until the Light comes...
...This is our Home.

Once the sun would sparkle on the towers of glass.
Once the sun would warm the city and the skies.
Now it seems to choke upon the dust and ash.
Now the screams of innocents become our cries.

Once the sun would welcome workers to the day.
Once the sun would sing with us of being free.
Now it seems to wear a shawl of mourning gray.
Now it seems to sigh a lonely eulogy.

See the Shadow touch our very heart and soul.
See the Shadow tear apart our families.
But as much as Darkness tries to make us cold,
We have found a Light to spark our Legacy.

To the ones now lost within those fiery flames,
To the ones with courage, acting past their fear,
To the ones who helped regardless of their fate,
We will stand, and honor you with loving tears.

Hand in hand, we raise ourselves above the dust.
We are One, and we are listening to the Call.
None can stand against us if in God we trust.
Hear our voices, ringing out: "America!"