The summer is fading
The skies are turning gray
It brings back the memories
Of that fateful day
Some people were silent
Others had to cry
As we watched in terror
Planes fall from the sky
Some lost a father
Others lost a friend
Suddenly we thought
The world had come to an end
It’s then we turned to God
Bowed ours heads in prayer
Hoping for an answer
To tell us that he’s there
The buildings buried low
And the smoke was cleared
Shocking the nation
And confirming our fears
Now every September
When summer fades away
We mourn the people and the memory—
of that fateful day.
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