This day will live forever as the day the earth grew still.
As the sounds arose around us like a deep and vile drill.
What kind of faith partakes the earth, with hell and terror, and flame?
Where is their sence of wisdom?
What is their sence of shame?
What moves one into anger, that would hurt with so much pain?
Who would fight a war of evil, that would always be in vain?
Did God not teach us kindness?
Does he want Peace here on Earth?
Did he cry that day, as it slipped away? His hopes of mankind worth.
What happiness is found there, standing at his open door?
When evil came a haunting, as they flew above our shore.
So many people left us...there was honor shown and more.
And out upon the water, Miss Liberty seemed to sway, and in just
one instant, she slowly looked away.
Right then her torch went dim and dark, as she watched this evil play.
She looked at the words before her, "the tempest tossed" and prayed.
Then her head bent down, to the diluted sounds, of the of this horriable,
dastardly day.
The dust would settle , but the wounds are deep...our hearts are broken...
and our souls truely weep.
Do we fight to the end? Do we just say a prayer? Did hate have to travel on
wings through the air?
This we know for certain. Miss Liberty stand tall! Our FLAG was hung that day on the hallowed grounds endearing wall.
Love, Sunday ( and in tomorrows thoughts...I think of everyones kindness
so near and so very far)
