I still remember

Yes I was old seven

when the planes came crashing down

When firey gray skyes hit an unexpecting city

and unexpected loses were abound.

Yes I was tiny

but I still understood

not all the big words 

but the sadness, it overtook

Yes I didn't know

what a terroist was

but hope I understood. 

And I hope I saw that September day

when planes came crashing down 

and a city and country, 

both sad, confused and unexpecting

came together. 


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