On an ordinary day in September,
A day we'll always remember,
The New York skyline suddenly went black
As thousands were lost in a terrorist attack.
The walls of New York are posted with faces-
Beautiful people from different races;
They went to work with no warning
Of a loss their family would soon be mourning.
We cry for those we cherished,
And for how they perished.
We cry for the children, fathers and mothers,
Aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and brothers.
We see the faces of those in pain
Coping with a loss they can't explain.
What can we do to help them now?
Tell us what. Tell us how.
We hear the voices of those who tell
Of great bravery as the towers fell,
Of those who gave so much that day,
To help another get away.
Thanks to all those who saved friends and strangers,
Against the odds-despite the dangers.
Thanks to those who tirelessly trouble
To find bodies lost in the rubble
Of those victims now with God in Heaven-
Of those souls we lost on September 11.
May God bless all those in the crater of tears,
You've anointed the City for the rest of its years.
A city known for its frenetic pace
Will now forever be a holy place.
