It is Time to Build Anew
The sun was shining brightly on
That calm September morn.
And not a sign did there appear
To caution or forewarn.
Destruction inflicted by huge fists of mail
That struck at America's heart,
Spewed millions of tons of the falling debris,
As buildings fell quickly apart.
Thousands of souls on that infamous day
Breathed their final breaths of life.
There would be no more pain for them,
No worries and no strife.
But for their loved ones left behind,
The pain had just begun.
No father coming home that night,
Or a mother, wife or son.
A little girl with tear filled eyes
Rocked slowly in a chair.
She cried out for her mommy, but
Her mom would not be there.
Her mom lay in a common grave
Of dead before their time.
Covered with shrouds of dust and smoke,
Which blended blood and grime.
Across the river in another house,
A boy with glove and bat
Waited for Dad to go to his game,
As he donned his baseball hat.
Ten thousand more children were waiting, too,
For parents who would not return.
But mem’ries of love will remain in their hearts,
And the flames will forever burn.