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It was a Tuesday Morning and I
remember it well
Although Thousands of Miles Away was I the world would soon turn her
eyes to the West
New York Morning in the Month of Nine
A moment in History soon to be entombed in time
Blue Skies turn into the Black of Night
People meeting their maker both Black and White
Never Forget Nine Eleven
The people passed over now in Heaven
The tears have dried but the pain remains the same
We must never let hatred play the winning game
Two years have passed since I stood in front of you in a flood of tears
boarded my train never to touch me again
Life moves on but the love remains the same
In our Hearts and Minds burns the eternal flame
On this day we lost our loved ones
Daughters, Fathers and Sons
On this Day we release our sorrow
Then we take a deep breath and pray for a better tomorrow |
