Where the Towers Fell

The morning sun was shining, skies so blue and clear,

A normal day in September, till the sound we all still hear.

The world stopped in an instant, as the smoke began to rise,

And a thousand dreams were broken in the shadow of the skies.

And we remember the fallen, the lives we couldn’t save,

The heroes who ran forward, when the ground began to shake.

Through the ashes and the silence, one truth still rings so well,

We’ll never forget that morning, where the towers fell.

Mothers held their children, fathers said goodbye,

Some never made it home again, and no one knows just why.

The bravest climbed the stairwells, when others ran away,

They carried hope upon their backs, and gave their lives that day.

And we remember the fallen, the lives we couldn’t save,

The heroes who ran forward, when the ground began to shake.

Through the ashes and the silence, one truth still rings so well,

We’ll never forget that morning, where the towers fell.

Twenty years and counting, the memories still remain,

Every tear and every story, keeps alive their names.

Through the heartache, through the sorrow, through the stories we still tell,

We keep the promise living, where the towers fell.

And we remember the fallen, the lives we couldn’t save,

The heroes who ran forward, when the ground began to shake.

Through the ashes and the silence, one truth still rings so well,

We’ll never forget that morning, where the towers fell.