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September Mourning.
Forever were his thoughts, forever I've been upon these stairs.
Above not too much further, he could hear their cries and prayers.
Hold on he thought, hold tight, for Joe and me we're almost there.
Forever were his thoughts, forever, I’ve been upon this stair.
Oh, don't cry so don't cry. Oh, I know it's dark and black,
Oh, don't cry so don’t cry. I'll carry you down upon my back.
For they knew each could do no more than carry one child or mother.
Was not much of a number, but of a plan they had no other.
The smoke was thick now, as
They clambered through the rubble,
Then he saw the gaping void.
Oh, don't let this stop us God!
For we can almost, touch them God.
Oh, don’t let this stop us God.
Let us save just two souls God,
Two Souls from this, trouble.
He said to the other Firemen,
“Joe we can go no further,
For we cannot span this breach.”
“Take my hand said the other, and together we might reach.”
Hands clasped in that last second,
That awful roaring second.
Their eyes locked in That second, that awful second.
They lived their lives in that second, that awful second.
They played with her children in that second, loved their wives
In that second,
Thought of Christmas morning in that second,
All happened in that second that brought an end, to their plans.
Then they fell into eternity, like two children, holding hands.
People on the sidewalk faces slack. listening to the cries,
Stared up at tiny bodies tumbling, and could not believe their eyes.
No human mind could believe,
Believe what they were seeing there.
Tiny tumbling bodies, clutching at the empty air;
Run someone said, run!
Still they stood and watched in despair.
Run someone said, run! The shards of glass sleeted everywhere.
Some sat there on the pavement, for they had no strength to stand.
They looked like a line of beggars, heads held in their hands.
Some knelt there on the sidewalk, and seemed to say a prayer,
None got to Amen, as the rubble covered them by layer by layer.
And in that foreign country,
Stood those monsters laughing,
Stood those monsters rejoicing,
At what they thought, they had planned.
Darkness stood beside them, and laughed,
What pleasure to have fool's like these at my command.
And America in her agony;
Wanted to lash out in her agony.
Crush the rest of the world in her agony.
Crush them in her hand.
But madmen do not rule America
And the torch she holds as Signet,
Is to Light the way to freedom,
Not become a fiery brand.
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