9-11 HELPING THROUGH THE GRIEF REMEMBERING THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES TRAGICALLY AS A RESULT OF TERRORISM SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 "To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die." --- Thomas Campbell September 16, 2001 I am so deeply saddened by this horrific act against the United States. Even though this tragedy took place far from my home in Texas, it hit me all the way to my soul. It was as if it happened to me and my loved ones. Americans are known for standing together and in times like this we are all family. I pray for all the families who have suffered and wish them peace in knowing that their loved ones, who may have gone on ahead of them, have now returned home; their home with God. I know there is nothing I can say to ease anyone's sorrow, but just to let these families know that my thoughts are with them. May all Americans hold hands and grow stronger during this time of despair and show these cowards, who tried to weaken us, that they have only made us more determined. We, after all, are Americans; the Proud, the Bold, and the Strong. God Bless All Americans! Terri Tomlinson --- Texas September 16, 2001 My deepest sympathy and condolences to those people who have died, been hurt and people who lost their love ones. 9-11-2001 is a day so tragic and truly unforgettable and because of that day, our lives will never be the same again. JC C. --- Philippines "The flame that burns the shiniest is the light of the eternal human spirit; a beacon of love, justice and peace that will never be extinguished. It will triumph over the forces of darkness and illuminate for the whole world. The true path to freedom, through goodness, faith, hope and Love." Author Unknown --- Sent in by JC C. --- Philippines I'M FREE Don't grieve for me for I am now free. I'm following the path God has laid, you see. I took His hand when I heard His call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone may stay that way But I found the peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void Then fill it with remembered joys. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss oh yes! These things I too will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow My life's been full, I savored much; A loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief Don't lengthen it now with endured grief Lift up your hearts with love and peace, God wanted me now...He set me free... Author Unknown --- Sent in by JC C. --- Philippines September 16, 2001 TO THE VICTIMS My dad passed away from cancer when I was eight and now at seventeen I've had plenty of time to realize that there are going to be experiences in my life that I'll have to face everyday without him being there to help me get through them. But to see what the rest of America is going through brings the same feeling of sadness. There are going to be families that will have to go face many of the things I have had to face and I hope that they find the strength and courage to do so. We may not understand why this happened but we can also look around and see the nation coming together, there's hope that the sadness of yesterday will bring understanding for tomorrow. I can only tell those people, that have lost a loved one, a few words to show that there are people out here that want you to know that if they could help, if even in some small way to take your pain away, they would. Sincerely, Patricia September 16, 2001 We sang these at our church service this morning, and the whole thing was very moving and emotional. I thought these words would encourage someone out there. Love, Rose Perry --- Australia IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, GOD ONLY WISE Immortal, invisible, God only wise In light inaccessible, hid from our eyes Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of days Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise Unresting, unhasting, and silent as night Nor wanting, nor wasting Thou rulest in might Thy justice like mountains, high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love To all, life Thou givest - to both great and small In all life Thou livest, the true life of all We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree And wither and perish - but nought changes Thee Great Father of glory, pure Father of light Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight All praise we would render; O help us to see 'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee! BE STILL MY SOUL Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy side Bear patiently, the cross of grief or pain Leave to thy God to order and provide In every change he faithful will remain Be still, my soul, thy best, thy heavenly friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end Be still, my soul, thy God doth undertake To guide the future as he has the past Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake All now mysterious shall be bright at last Be still, my soul, the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below Be still, my soul, the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored Be still, my soul, when change and tears are past All safe and blessed we shall meet at last JESUS SHALL REIGN Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does His successive journeys run His kingdom spread from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more To him shall endless prayer be made And endless praises crown his head His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessing on his name Blessings abound where'er he reigns The prisoner leaps to loose his chains The weary find eternal rest And all the sons of want are blest Let every creature rise and bring His grateful honours to our King Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud amen! PEACE, PERFECT PEACE Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The blood of Jesus whispers peace within Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round? On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown? Jesus we know, and he is on the throne Peace, perfect peace, death shad'wing us and ours? Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. It is enough; earth's struggles soon shall cease And Jesus call us to heav'n's perfect rest. September 15, 2001 I want to say that all the relatives of the people who died Thursday have great strength. They have to or they would never make it through this ordeal. My heart goes out to you and I want share with you something that might help through those troubled times. You have to keep your head high and take one step at a time. If your loved ones don't come back, always know that they are in a happy place right now; that they can feel no more pain and that they are waiting for you in heaven to join them at their side. Take comfort that their troubles are over and they are safe. Written by Angela P., Age 16 --- New York September 15, 2001 DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO LOST LOVED ONES IN AMERICA'S TRAGEDY WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME When tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time you think of me, I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, So much yet to do, It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you And maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When GOD looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne he said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you. Today for life on earth is past, But here it starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last, And since each day's the same day There's no longing for the past. But you have been so faithful, So trusting and so true. Though there were times you did some things, You knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven, And now at last you're free. So won't you take my hand And share my life with me?" So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we are far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart. David M. Romano --- Contributed by Paul K. --- Germany September 15, 2001 I Am I am your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your friend And the spirit rising across this great land I am the heroes emerging, with arms strong and brave And the tears that fall on each innocent grave I am the churches still standing with doors open wide And the stranger who draws you close to his side I am the hue and the cry of a nation in pain And the strength to rise and be noble again I am the courage that wakens to face life anew And gives comfort in glimpsing the red, white and blue I am your fathers who fought for the freedom you love And the eagle that soars on the wings of a dove I am the statue who holds freedom's torch to the sky And mothers who hold children close while they cry I am the hand reaching out to help those in need And a people who live up to democracy's creed I am the reason, the season, the hope and the light The beginning, the ending, the might and the right I AM what brings you to bended knees Not the enemy, who tries with atrocities Copyright © 2001 Gail Cook September 15, 2001 It's almost impossible to find the words to express what's in my heart. One day, One attack, One September 11, 2001... Much pain, Much shock, Much terror, Many dead, Many wounded, Many wept, Faith persists, Hope insists, Love exists, God watches, Angels guard, We pray. With Peace and Gentle Blessings, Mary Ann Herman --- Texas September 15, 2001 Fear not, say the Lord, for I have redeemed you and I have called you by name. You are mine, when you walk through the fire you will not be burnt and when you walk through the waters you will not drown. If God is for us who then can be against us? Our Heavenly Father promises us in His Holy Word that He will never leave nor forsake us. Even when we walk in the shadow of death and destruction - He is there, just call upon His name and He will comfort you and give you peace - the peace that no man can give. Praise God for His goodness and mercies endure forever. Trust in the Lord and give thanks to Him in and through all circumstances. Yours in Christ Jesus, Lorraine O. --- South Africa September 14, 2001 Although separated by thousands of miles of water, please know that you're not alone. We ALL grieve about these insane acts of terror. This doesn't reflect America; this is a matter of us all. I sincerely hope that after America laid her victims to rest the entire world will go after those who are responsible. Today, at 12:00 hrs., our entire nation stood still and at attention, all flags halfway while the US embassy was loaded with flowers and burning candles. Public transportation, cars, bikers, pedestrians, all stopped and everyone was facing the Stars and Stripes, thinking of that horrible moment of terror. As said, you're not alone and be assured that you all are in our minds and prayers. God Bless, AG. Sevinga --- Netherlands September 14, 2001 My Friends, This is something I appreciated, and I thought you also would like to read it. I appreciate this Canadian, and you might too. God also loves you. A TRIBUTE TO THE UNITED STATES This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth sharing. America: The Good Neighbor. Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record: "This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it. When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars! into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans. I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon -! not once, but several times - and safely home again. You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those." Stand proud, America! Contributed by David Sutton September 14, 2001 THE COLORS OF OUR NATION Red, White and Blue That is the color of Me and You All together we stand Side by side, hand in hand As the whole nation is in dismay Together let us all pray Pray for the ones we have lost Pray for the friends and families it has cost Pray for the ones who are still alive today Pray that all the pain will go away Red, White and Blue That is the color of Me and You Let us raise our FLAG into the sky Together as one let us keep our heads held high United together as we stand We will fight for our land For as together united as one We will never forget what has been done We will seek deep in our hearts Courage, Faith and Love to start Start to protect our land and loved ones United together we will see that justice is done We will fight for all we love And pray to the good Lord above Red, White and Blue That is the color of Me and You All together we stand Raise our FLAG and reach for a hand Hold tight, don't let go For we still have pride to show God bless us all And we promise one another we will not fall. Copyright © 2001 Donna Berge September 14, 2001 A POEM FOR PEACE Our nation’s innocence is lost, Stolen by acts of hate. Helpless people paid the cost, For them it is too late. Daughters, sons, husbands, wives, Sisters, friends and brothers. All of them have lost their lives, To senseless acts of others. New York’s city has been defaced. Bodies lay in rubble. They can never be replaced. But war won’t end our trouble. Angers only escalate, As we point out the guilt. Violence will perpetuate. While we dig through the silt. Cries of anger, cries for war, Echo in the air. As if our bombs and missiles soar, It will make it fair. People claim eye for an eye Our nation wants to fight. If their innocent people die, Then will that make US right? Punishment surely must take place. These murderers must pay. But they are groups and not a race. Keep liberty in mind, each day. We are people of goodwill, Of truth and love and light. Please give thought before you kill, Take heed before you fight. We ask, what do we tell our children? How do we give them ease? Reactions set examples for them, Should we not teach them peace? Copyright © 2001 Tammy Kane September 14, 2001 I DON'T LOOK BACK I don't look back, God knows the fruitless efforts The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets I leave them all with Him who holds the records In mercy He forgives and then forgets I don't look forward, God sees all the future The road that short or long will lead me home And He will face with me its every trial And bear with me the burdens that may come I don't look round me, thus would fears assail me So wild the tumult of earth’s restless seas So dark the world, so filled with woe and evil So vain the hope of comfort or of care I don't look in, for there I am most wretched Myself has nought on which to stay my trust Nothing I see but failures and shortcomings And weak endeavours crumbling into dust But I look up into the face of Jesus For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled And there is hope and joy and light for darkness And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled Author Unknown --- Contributed by Rose Perry --- Australia September 14, 2001 Today, after yesterday's horrific act, the city of NY is crying and mourning the loss of many of our people. This act of terror have shaken our souls, but among all these pain, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I live a few miles away from the beautiful view of a live and light up NYC. Tonight, those lights are not shining as the first times my eyes saw it. I am so angry at those who acted in such an evil mind but among all this tragedy and among all this pain this country is going through, God has united us in a mutual pain and have brought us together to realize that among all these evil events, he is God and the only one who can comfort us. To many this statement might not make sense but I know in my heart that He will bring to those who are suffering, peace and conformity to be able to accept this tragedy and learn from it. This nation is known for its strength and its power and also known for taking part on noble and honorable acts of bravery. Like our pledge of allegiance say " I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of American and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under GOD, Indivisible WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL". Let our pledge say it all. Let God guide you and heal you and let him take control, lets pray that the knowledge our God has given to this country; to our government, bring to our hearts the tranquility of liberty and justice to all us. Lets pray that who ever brought this pain to our hearts be found and justice be serve to all. GOD BLESS US ALL! Copyright © 2001 Sandraliz Quiles September 14, 2001 Dearest American Citizens, I'm from the southeast part of Argentina, and even here, so far from you, we all grieve for what has happened last Tuesday. We know how much a country may suffer because of such an inconceivable attack; we've experienced it years ago when our Jewish community was attacked and many innocent people died. We're still trying to find who did it, and until that moment we'll continue feeling the pain of a nation that was hurt by violence. We know what you feel; and we're all are praying for you to receive the peace that can only come through Christ. In all of the countries, far from the United States, we pray that President George Bush will be inspired to do what is better for your nation and the entire world. We all pray for peace, we don't want this horrible act to be paid with more violence, we pray that peace can dwell on earth once again. As a Christian, and as most of people do, I pray for those who are grieving to feel comforted, for those who lead you, to be inspired not to cause the same pain in other nations, and for those who did this horrid thing to be paid by the Lord and men's justice with what they deserve. May the Lord bless you with peace and the certainty that all of the victims are now by His side and that you'll be together for eternity with them once again. From my heart and with all my prayers. Ana Paula --- Chubut, Argentina "Peace be unto your soul; your adversity shall be but for a small moment; and then if you endure it well, God shall exalt you." Author Unknown --- Submitted by Ana Paula --- Chubut, Argentina "Do not dismay through the hardest afflictions of your life, for even from the darkest clouds pours a clear and refreshing water." Chinese Proverb --- Submitted by Ana Paula --- Chubut, Argentina September 14, 2001 In remembrance of Tuesday, September 11, 2001 when time as we know it, changed forever. TIME There are supposed to be 24 hours in each day, 60 minutes in each hour, and 60 seconds in each minute, yet since that Tuesday, time has been redefined. Minutes are counted in tears that have been shed and hours are measured in lives that were lost and days struggle to even be recognized amidst the blur of pain and suffering. Time is said to be relative, and that is the only thing that remains true For it is all about relatives, and family, and friends, both here, and in the United States, both known, and unknown Each tick of my watch signals moments that have forever been lost, dreams that have died, passions yet to be realized, kisses yet to be given, hugs that will never be shared, and breaths that will never be taken Each tick of my watch signals the unleashing of immense canyons of pain and suffering, of floods of tears being shed, of hearts of all ages and all sizes being broken, and of the mammoth emptiness which envelopes us all And each tick of my watch also signals that if I am aware that time is still ticking, I must still be here. To experience the pain and share what I can of myself with others. To pray for my unknown friends who have lost their lives and for the ones still living, who have lost their spirit. To cry once more, and yet again, and then to move amidst the ashes and make friends with the fear and the pain that will always be there from now on. To look at children who still claim their innocence, and for a moment, revel in their simplicity. To listen to the different songs the birds sing, until I find one that is right for me. To breathe deeper, and inhale the strength of life, with each breath. To live better, and kinder, and more compassionately. To kiss harder, hug stronger, and love deeper. And to remember that it is still okay to laugh, and to cry, and to let go, and to heal. Copyright © 2001 Karen Furtado (Canada) September 14, 2001 I was shocked to hear the devastating news. It is really a horrendous act of a coward - more than barbaric. An act done by a soulless person. My heart goes out to you and all the Americans and especially to those whose loved ones perished in the recent barbaric attacks. No amount of words can take away the pain and trauma each and everyone of you are going through right now. Let us join hands and pray for those who have perished - MAY GOD BLESS THEIR SOULS and let's pray to God to give strength to those who have lost their loved ones. Let's pray for peace on Earth and an end to terrorism. My deepest condolences, Nora Magnus --- Singapore September 13, 2001 My heart, my thoughts and prayers go out to all the innocent people who suffered losses yesterday! "Take time to make time, for tomorrow it may be too late!" Author Unknown --- Sent in by Russ Davis --- Washington September 13, 2001 At the age of 1, I lost my mother in a tragic car accident where I received massive head injuries but survived. I came to know the Lord as my Savior at the age of 12 and began to put my life into perspective. At the age of 14, I met the most amazing christian guy. He showed me what it really meant to serve the Lord. He too was taken from this world at the age of 18, but his spirit shines through me in a way I could never have imagined before. The Lord promises us in Jeremiah 29:11 that everything happens for a reason and he knows the plans, and they are for good and not for evil. Although it is so hard to see this perspective in such times of despair, we must have faith in our Lord Jesus Christ! "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for evil, To give you a future and a hope." --- Jeremiah 29:11 --- Submitted by Katieee M., Age 17 --- Oklahoma September 13, 2001 In this hour of your country’s unfathomable tragedy, we can all but offer our sincere prayers. I and my family hope that your family members were and are in safe locations. Together we pray for God to strengthen our spirits and renew our resolve not to get bogged down by such insane acts of some deranged people. Nirvi and Neha --- India September 13, 2001 NATIONAL PRAYER Lord, we come to You on bended knee, heads bowed and our hearts filled to overflowing with so much grief for the many people who have been injured and killed in our National crisis. We ask you Lord, to give courage and strength to those who so bravely go to their aid. And though their hearts will be heavy and filled with sorrow we ask Lord that You give them the endurance needed to help them through this difficult task. Please give us the strength Lord, to get through each difficult and devastating day that faces each of us and our country. Protect and guide our Military that are now being called to duty. We ask Lord, that You guide the leaders of our great country in their hour of decision. The burden that has been placed on their shoulders during this crisis is overwhelming. We ask that with Your infinite wisdom You guide them gently to the right decisions. And lastly Lord, we ask that You allow us all to come together as a Nation, to stand tall and united, so that we might help each other in our hour of need. Amen Author Unknown --- Contributed by Ruth Mack --- South Dakota September 13, 2001 God, Please send us your guidance and love as we try to cope with the horrendous tragedy that has hurt us all. The hurt, the pain, the grief we feel must be turned into love, support, and care for those affected and for everyone in this great nation. Please hear our request with open arms and guide us through this hard time. Love Always, Kristen Samec September 13, 2001 I would like to let America know how much of an impact the tragic events of yesterday had even all the way over here in Adelaide, South Australia. We share your heartache, your tears, your hope and your fears. Even though we are not there physically, in our minds we are holding your hands as you walk through the rubble, we are wiping away the tears you shed and we are lighting the candles when you can no longer see. America is a strong country and we know that justice will be served upon those who dared mess with her (those bloody idiots). We stand proudly by your side and we look to tomorrow with you and your families. Peace be with us all, Renee Wright September 13, 2001 In light of yesterday's events, I went online to find inspirational quotes and came upon your sight. I loved it and wanted to share two poems that someone gave to me after a very close friend died in a car accident... I changed the first one slightly and read it at a memorial service we held for my friend Ali. I hope that someone can take comfort in these words, like I did. Thank you for having such a beautiful site. I am glad that I found it in this time when our whole country is so much in need. You are with me, waking and sleeping- Like a thousand memories and dreams I carry with me, day and night. Death is nothing at all. You have only slipped into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, we are still. I will call you by your old familiar name, Speak to you in the easy way I always used to. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of you, pray for you. I will let your name be the household name it always was. I'll let it be spoken without effort. Why should you be out of our minds because you are out of our sight? You are but waiting for us, for an interval, somewhere near, just around the corner. There will be a time when all will be as it was before, only better, Infinitely happier and forever for we will all be together again. Author Unknown AFTERGLOW I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one, I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when the day is gone. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times, and laughing times, and bright sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun, Of happy memories I leave when life is done. Author Unknown --- Contributed by Michelle --- Vermont September 12, 2001 I am an occasional visitor to your website in my troubled moments. I am an Indian living in India. I have never been to the US and do not know anyone here except for relatives who live in New Jersey. I am writing to you with the hope of reaching out to the families of all innocent souls who lost their lives in the senseless attack on your noble country. I have sat before the TV for the whole night and cried tears of frustration. I am not a coward but I cringe with horror every time I think of the horrifying end of the innocents involved. I am not vengeful but pray that God disowns the cowards who pulled innocents in their senseless acts of violence, I pray they are consigned to a place far worse than hell. I am at loss for words as nothing I or anyone else says can take even a fraction of your countrymen's pain away. May God give Americans strength to tide over this immensely distressing time. Sunil Saigal --- India September 12, 2001 There is nothing anyone can say to comfort any of the families affected by this tragedy, nor to comfort those who know some of the victims that has passed away. We can all only pray for their souls, that our Lord God may bless them. There is though, a lot to do, and I agree with the President, to hunt this uncivilized animals. Once they are found, they should be killed, themselves, and their whole entire families and clan friends. If one of them remains alive, they will rise against civilization again. We are in the year 2001AD and some uncivilized people are still living as if they were in the year 4000BC. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY IN ALL OF US, AND BLESS EACH ONE OF US. Juan Cavallo September 12, 2001 Yesterday, what happened, cannot be described in words. It was the most horrifying act of hatred against humanity. What we all witnessed sitting at are homes and workplaces cannot measure at all to what our brothers and sisters who were there must have experienced. Being thousands of miles away, I felt a tremendous feeling of helplessness. There was no way I could possibly think of through which I could have been there for the victims and the families and friends of those who lost their lives. But I was wrong, since right now what all of us, who physically cannot be a source of comfort for them, can do is PRAY for them. SO let us all pray to GOD to help them get through these testing times and surround them with His love and comfort. The loss we have suffered cannot be compensated but what we can do- is to unite and stand as one , to always support the truth and the right cause. Viraj September 12, 2001 My prayers are with all whom you have mentioned!! Christie M.L. Liu September 11, 2001 As the events of this morning unfold, and lives and hearts are shattered and taken from this earth, I sit here writing and feel the need to share my thoughts and words with you. We are now a nation that grieves together. This is a day that America will add to its list of the most heart wrenching, sad and devastating days in the history of America. At 8:03 this morning still sleeping unaware when a very dear friend of mine called. Shaken and unable to think straight, all he could say was " It's horrible Honey, just horrible". Just from his voice I knew something of great proportions was wrong. He told me to turn on the TV that Twin Towers had been hit. I turned on my television still groggy from being asleep to see the most devastating thing I have ever witnessed in my life. Twin Towers falling towards the ground with people jumping out of windows and screams filling my head. The phone rang again. It was my daughter. She called from school to ask if we had any family in New York & among those that have departed from this earth, or that might be among those injured. I replied from my heart, " Honey, everyone of those lives lost, every one of those lives that have been injured, and all of those affected by this sadness, are all of them our family". Today every member of the American family grieves. The heart of America has forever been changed. Changed by the screams coming from and around Twin Towers and throughout the US and the World. As smoke fills the city And cries fill the streets As Angels on the ground Try to rescue and relieve For those who started this morning At the airport and at work Not knowing that today Thousands would leave this earth They are our brothers and sisters Our parents, our daughters, our sons They are the heart of America We will all miss them very much God we pray for Peace on Earth! Copyright © 2001 Rebecca Douthit November 16, 2001 Many disasters in our past have taught us lessons for our future. I hope the unity, shared in this time of crisis, will be our lesson for the years to come. "In unity our strength lies, and on unity our hope for success rests. So let us never forget that unity is the legacy of our American democracy. Through the veins of America, flows the blood of all mankind- from every continent, every culture, and every creed. Every child who learns, and every man who finds work, and every sick body made whole -like a candle added to an altar- brightens the hope of all the faithful." Lyndon B. Johnson Submitted by James W., Age 14 November 16, 2001 When you remember September 11th, don't cry, don't cry anymore. I want you to know that you are not alone. There is something inside you so strong, stronger than the enemy outside. The Lord is with you, take heart and be strong. God bless you. "When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned neither shall the flame kindle upon thee." Isaiah 43:2. Submitted by Lewis T.O. --- Accra, Ghana November 16, 2001 Is it possible to grieve for those whom you have never met? I think that it is possible to feel genuine grief and pain for the deaths and injuries of people whom you have never known, simply because they are PEOPLE - no different than you or I. Although it is a horrible experience to feel the pain and sorrow that we are all feeling right now, we should be grateful that God has blessed humanity with an ability to grieve. It enables us to acknowledge our losses and show our respect for the deceased. It means that those who died on Tuesday, September 11, 2001 are not and will never be forgotten, as long as humanity exists on this earth. Written by J.G. --- Washington D.C. October 1, 2001 THE DAY SWEET LIBERTY CRIED God gazed down from heaven, a tear in His eye, for His name was what spurred their battle cry. Filled with grief never known by man, seeing innocent blood spread upon our land. An unspeakable strike aimed at our heart, intended to tear our motherland apart. Designed to bring our people to their knees, Instead an angelic chorus was lifted in the breeze. Although on that day sweet Liberty cried, no act of terror could break America's pride. For our souls cannot be bound or contained by fearful chains, because it is God that breathes the freedom that courses through our veins. In God We Trust, our young nation used to pray, but over time were told they were words we could not say. Even though from Him we drifted apart, The distance did not change His loving heart. He promises He can bring good from any pain, And no man can stop His kingdom's reign. A country or earthly rulers cannot make us free, It is only through faith in Him submitted on bended knee. On that day Sweet Liberty did cry, But now all her tears have been wiped dry For evil came to destroy on September Eleven, But victory will belong to our Father in Heaven. All hope may waver and evil may have a fleeting role, But know our loving Father is as always, in control. So even in this, our darkest and mournful hour, Splintered we are not, but united in His power. Copyright © 2001 Todd Wielgos September 25, 2001 I dedicate this inspiration to our fellow neighbors in America and my heart is with them. Crystal Casebeer --- Alberta, Canada "If you choose to give, give from the heart. The true recognition of giving should be how you feel when you perform the great deed. To be recognized for a great deed should not be the intent to your gesture. Giving is a performance that takes heart and warmth not selfishness and fame. GIVE WITH YOUR HEART." Copyright © 2001 Crystal Casebeer September 25, 2001 A quote from Churchill as he expressed the United Kingdom's appreciation for the Allied armies during WWII. This quote can be associated with the many workers at the World Trade Centers as they risk their lives to aid those in need. "Never has so many, owed so much, to so few." Winston Churchill --- Sent in by James W., Age 14 --- Ohio September 24, 2001 When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it... Always. Author Unknown Submitted by Sally N., Age 16 --- British Columbia, Canada September 24, 2001 Our love and prayers are with you all. May our lord, Jesus Christ, bless you and keep you safe. We are all joined together as a Christian family, you in your small corner and I in mine. Love from the Peafield Community Church Mansfield, Nottingham, UK. September 24, 2001 All these are compilations from Our Daily Bread and I would want people who are suffering to have a piece of these that changed my life to a better one. I know that all the help they are getting isn't enough to ease the pain of the tragedy, September 11, 2001, that claimed thousands of lives but let God's word touch, heal your heart and let go. Only the good memories will be remembered as long as we live. One thing I can attest to this is GOD CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS because He saved me from the lion's den when I forgot that there is GOD. LET US TRUST AND HAVE FAITH. Let God lead the way so we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Lord, give us the grace to trust you when life's burden seem too much to bear; Dispel darkness with new hope, And help us rise above despair. Help us, Lord, to be a lifeline To a dying world today, Bringing hope to hopeless people As we share salvation's way. Reaching out to needy children, Showing them our love and care, Is one way that God can use us To bring hope in their despair. What God is doing you may not know now, Hereafter He may tell you why; Questions that taunt you and trouble your mind Will someday have heavens reply. In times of greatest trouble, I've learned to trust God's word; or through the spirit's teaching My saviors voice I've heard. PRAY FOR AN UNFALTERING FAITH THAT STANDS STRONG UNDER LIFE'S GREATEST PRESSURE! Sent in by Pauline Gabaldon September 24, 2001 UNITED The other night I had a dream. I dreamt of Lady Liberty standing on Staten Island, just as she has for many years, when suddenly I noticed a single tear fall from her face. I also noticed a Bald Eagle fly down and land on her arm. The Eagle said to Lady Liberty, "Lady why do you cry? I did not realize that you could know of this tragedy so quickly." The Lady replied. "My friend, how could I not notice? The Towers are not that far away." The eagle said "The Towers? I'm talking about the jet that crashed into the Pentagon." The Lady said "Two jets have crashed into the World Trade Center. Many lives I'm feared will be lost, and now you tell me of this. Yes I know now, that many innocent lives will be lost." The Eagle said "And, there is nothing that we can do to help these people. I wish so much that I could do something for them." A tear fell from the Eagles' eye, and he bowed his head in sadness. Lady Liberty said "Raise your head my friend, lift it high. You are an American Bald Eagle, a strong symbol of the United States. You carry within you the power to lift the Americans' spirits above and beyond this world. The Eagle lifted his majestic head high, raised a wing and drying his eye, he said "Lady, you are right, I know this, and I also know what I must do. I will help my Americans, I will fly high and proud, for I am the American Bald Eagle." Just then a voice from above was heard "Yes, you must help in uniting this country, they all need you, both of you, now, more than ever. I must tell you this was no accident. Another jet has crashed in Pennsylvania. The hi-jackers were not able to fulfill their destination. Brave souls, aboard the plane, committed the most ultimate sacrifice, a strong heroic act." Lady Liberty said to the voice. "I am willing to do my part and more. I unite with you and with the Eagle. But tell me, what will you do?" The voice replied. "Same thing I do everyday my friend. I will listen, comfort, and share in their pain." That moment, the voice took a human shape, He out-reached his arms wide, and with a warm embrace, held tight the United States of America. God Bless America Copyright © 2001 Melissa Knapp September 21, 2001 For a week now I have thought about my fellow fire fighters, a strange beast who rushes forward when most would retreat. But it is the nature of the beast; It is what we do. A FIRE FIGHTERS POEM Brother when you weep for me remember that it was meant to be Lay me down and when you leave Remember that I'll be at your sleeve In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know In cellars hot with searing heat At windows where a grate you meet In closets where young children hide You know I'll be there at your side The house from which I now respond Is overstaffed with heroes gone Who answered one last bell Did the job and did it well As fire fighters we understand That death's a card dealt in our hand A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor For we know we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I knew throughout the years At the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through Author Unknown --- Sent in by Mickey --- New Zealand September 21, 2001 "Ask God for good judgment and courage, To face unexpected events, To follow the teachings of scripture, Is the best, most effective defense." Hess --- Sent in by Pauline C. "When tragedy, heartache, and sorrow abound, When evil appears to have conquered the right, We center our heart on our Father's great love, For He will bring hope in the darkest night." DJ--- Sent in by Pauline C. September 21, 2001 I am an Aussie and am absolutely distraught over the tragedy in New York and Washington D.C. My thoughts are with America and the world. "I went to bed last night and thought, 'Tomorrow will be different'. And when I woke up this morning, it was. Not because I wanted it to be, but because that's the way the world is." Copyright © 2001 Catherine Doherty September 19, 2001 It seems that life has always been a series of 'what ifs'. What if I decide to go back to school? What if I get married and have children? What if I take this job? What if I can't pay my bills? Since September 11, though, our lives have been filled with a different kind of 'what ifs'. What if that were my father/mother/brother/sister/child/friend destroyed in that building? What it they're alive and can't yell out and no one can get to them? What if I were on that plane? What if our country retaliates? What if they don't? What if I, mentally, can't fly again? What if I can't stand to hear a plane again? What if our stock market crashes and the economy comes crashing down? What if our citizens never feel the safety and solidarity that we once took for granted? Like never before, I'm glued to the radio and television. I cry in front of strangers, horrified by the strife of people I don't even know. Words like 'unparalleled tragedy', 'horror', 'attack', 'war' and 'terrorism' are words that have become part of our daily language, even the language of our children. I can't help but to feel selfish and angry. Will my nephews and nieces ever experience sitting in an open field, looking up at the sky, and feeling as if nothing could ever hurt them? Will they ever feel the excitement of traveling to another country? Will they only befriend the WASPS of the world because they're the only ones they trust? I've dwelled on these issues. In the past three days, I've let negativity overtake me. It's no secret that nothing will ever be 'normal' again. But if we don't diligently search for the good in this, the terrorists have won more than we've already admitted. Since Tuesday I'm not ashamed to show weakness. If you haven't lost a part of yourself this week, there is something very wrong in your life. Since Tuesday When I hug people, I'm not the first to let go. Since Tuesday When I look at people, I see them for the first time. I don't avoid eye contact because I feel that I'm not as beautiful, or as wealthy, or as intelligent as someone else. There is no one better than I. There is no one lesser than I. Everyone has something to offer. Since Tuesday I have stopped being critical of our nation's government and the structure of our country. For the first time, I've fully realized that I'm a citizen of one of the greatest countries on this earth. Since Tuesday I understand the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner and America the Beautiful. My heart skips a beat when I see our flag freely waving. It sinks when it's at half-mast. Since Tuesday I've realized that, when terrible things happen, it's often the people that you would least rely on that come through for you. Since Tuesday I now see the freedom of our country through the eyes of immigrants. I see why they are proud to do the most menial of jobs…just to feel a part of the great United States. Since Tuesday I've learned that we must thank veterans, mourn the fallen, remember the POW/MIA, and respect our current military. Since Tuesday I've learned that it doesn't matter if I have a bad day at work, the dishes aren't done, or my clothes don't fit right. There is nothing more important than God, my family, my friends, and others that I love so dearly. If there is one thing that you can gain from this tragedy, please let it be this: Stop taking things for granted. Count your blessings. Be cautious, but refuse to be fearful of things that you can't control. Help to make life easier for everyone you encounter. Love and allow yourself to be loved. Submit yourself to God. It is His power and grace that will see you through. Copyright © 2001 Karen Davis September 19, 2001 Stolen, gone and can never be recovered Full of emptiness and anger Searching for a peace never discovered. Our families, friends...even enemies What will be, if we all remain strangers? Open hearts, understanding minds, good intentions So rare to find, yet so precious Life will pass, as we watch...life is passing Like a slew of dust, dissipating into the heavens. Be good, not like someone else... Be yourself. Give the gift that's most precious That is you...nobody else. We stand united in the horrible time of anguish Time is limited Be good to others. Author Unknown --- Sent in by Huan Nguyen September 18, 2001 "But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one." 2 Thessalonians 3:3 --- Sent in by Lee McKenzie --- Florida "We must remind ourselves that no situation we find ourselves in is beyond the range of God's interest in us." Glen Karssen --- Sent in by Lee McKenzie --- Florida September 17, 2001 My prayers and thoughts are with all the people involved in New York and DC. To all the people that lost their lives during this crisis. To all the families that lost loved ones. I stand behind our flag and support our country. God Bless America and all the survivors of these disasters. Know that people world wide are here for support. You are in my thoughts and my prayers. Vicky Gatz September 17, 2001 WHAT GOD HAS PROMISED God has not promised skies always blue, flower strewn pathways all our lives through. God has not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain. But God has promised strength for the day, rest for the laborer, light on the way, grace for the trial, help from above, unfailing sympathy, undying love. Author Unknown --- Sent in by Rose Perry --- Australia Also this beautiful hymn GOD UNDERSTANDS God understands your sorrow He sees the falling tear And whispers "I am with you" Then falter not, nor fear He understands your longing Your deepest grief He shares Then let Him bear your burden He understands and cares God understands your heartache He knows the bitter pain O, trust Him in the darkness You cannot trust in vain He understands your longing Your deepest grief He shares Then let Him bear your burden He understands and cares God understands your weakness He knows the tempter's power And He will walk beside you However dark the hour He understands your longing Your deepest grief He shares Then let Him bear your burdens God understands and cares Sent in by Rose Perry --- Australia September 17, 2001 Maybe this will help the victims and their families of New York, Washington, Pennsylvania and the other countries of the world who lost their loved ones. When grief comes, it might help to remember that your loved one is in Heaven, even if it feels like you cannot go on and your life is falling apart. If you get the news really soon after a loved one dies, remember that they are probably on their way to the Pearly Gates and maybe there is a reason they were taken...perhaps to be an angel to watch over you. Keep their memory alive in your heart and you will not lose them. Do not blame God for taking them, for God has his own ways and he is not entirely to blame for the world has gotten messed up over the years and sinners will be punished. Hope P., Age 15 --- Georgia September 17, 2001 In A Moment . . . Our world has changed From a nation which was not allowed to acknowledge God in public to a nation that is praying and worshipping God together openly in our government, schools and homes. From a nation separated by political view points to a nation united. From a nation of people that was too busy to spend time with family and loved ones to a nation drawing strength from spending time with family and friends. From a nation focused on wealth and material gain to a nation whose value system is now quality family time. From a government separated by political issues to a government operating in unison with America's best interest at heart. From a nation where the definition of a living cell was uncertain to a nation that is focused on rescuing the living. From a nation living selfishly to a nation extending their condolences, support, prayers, and lives to their fellow Americans. From a nation whose currency is imprinted "In God we trust" to a nation who must trust in God. From a nation fighting a war on cancer and aids to a nation fighting a war against a silently plotted evil, terrorism. From a nation whose heroes were sports figures to a nation whose heroes are rescue workers. From a nation that never realized the value of peace to a nation that is wandering if we will ever truly have peace in America again. From a nation who flew the American flag mostly on patriotic holidays to a nation whose homes and communities are proudly decorated with the stars and stripes. From a nation where the word victim has taken on a totally new meaning. From a nation whose churches and religion taught the second coming of Christ to a nation whose Christians are expecting His return at any moment. On September 11, 2001 at 8:48 A.M., America changed, in a moment, never to be the same again. We must live our lives prepared, for at any given moment, life can change, just like America was changed this week. Are you ready for your eternal destination? God, Bless America! Copyright © 2001 Elizabeth Whetstone September 16, 2001 THE DAY THE SKY STOOD STILL Look up to the sky, not a plane in sight, In one horrendous act, they took away our right to flight. Turn on the TV, all that you will hear, Is a country come together, thru anger and fear. On any other day, we argue and we fight, Amongst ourselves, just to prove that someone's right. But today was different, today we all joined hands. When someone strikes against us all, united we stand. The terrorists came to destroy us, to make us crumble and fall. But a nation joined together today, and we all stood tall. We've joined to shed tears for the many lives that have been lost, We've vowed to not let them take our rights away, no matter the cost. So the next time you are angered, and may fell like striking out, Just remember how we joined together today, and what it's really all about. We have lost a lot, as a nation, against our will. And no one will soon forget, the day the sky stood still. Copyright © 2001 Kim Eason April 15, 2002 "Our towers may not stand, but we, as a nation, stand as tall as ever." Author Unknown Submitted by Katie D., Age 12 --- Indiana April 15, 2002 We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about us, the USA. When you think the US isn't thought well of all over the world, read this editorial from a Romanian Newspaper. ~AN ODE TO AMERICA~ Why are Americans so united? They don't resemble one another even if you paint them! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations. Some of them are nearly extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and in matters of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many they are. Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed on the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand. After the first moments of panic, they raised the flag on the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a minister or the president was passing. On every occasion they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless America!". Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There were Clint Eastwood, Willie Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Sylvester Stalone, James Wood, and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together. The American's solidarity spirit turned them into a choir. Actually, choir is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of the American soul. What neither George W. Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor Colin Powell could say without facing the risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was being heard in a great and unmistakable way in this charity concert. I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of America didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country without running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or suspected of who-knows-what mean interests. I watched the live broadcast and the rerun of it's rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who fought with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that would have killed other hundreds or thousands of people. How on earth were they able to bow before a fellow human? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit which nothing can buy. What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases which risk of sounding like common places. I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion. Only freedom can work such miracles! Editorial from a Romanian Newspaper Submitted by Rick Seymour --- Michigan March 15, 2002 "THE ANGELS WATCHING OVER YOU" We're the angels watching over you All of us who've gone away We never got to say good-bye That tragic American day We're the angels watching over you There is no need to fear For we will watch you day by day And let you know we're here We're the angels watching over you We keep you safe and warm You'll never see who we are For we come in different forms We're the angels watching over you Filled to the top with pride We'll help and watch you through your life Hang on it's a bumpy ride We're the angels watching over you Now we have to say good-bye Please love on another no matter what For hatred makes us cry Written in 2002 by Devan A., Age 13 --- Connecticut March 15, 2002 A BEAUTIFUL MORNING On a beautiful morning planes went in the air Bringing along destruction, despair As the nation turned its eyes to the sky Wondering why so many had died As the Towers lay in ruins all around While ashes and soot covered the ground The country was shocked and silently stood Sharing our grief as only we could Those who did this thought to bring us down But together, hand in hand, side-by-side, we stood our ground Although the outcome right now may look pretty grave We are still the land of the free, the home of the brave And the one thing we've learned on this darkest of days Is that NO ONE can take our freedom away Author Unknown Submitted by Adam T., Age 19 --- Pennsylvania March 15, 2002 THE FOG The day that will be remembered by all, or so it seems. The day we all watched in horror, The crumbling of concrete and steel beams. It was surreal, an aberration. It was thought by many... It could never happen in this great nation. It did happen, it was no nightmare, it was real, it was a fact. It invoked a multitude of feelings In terms of how each of us would react. We also know that eventually it will be a memory, the image will fade. But let us never forget the magnitude of the price that was paid. Certainly there is the thought that the powerful and mighty USA, Is vulnerable and not as secure. Certainly we suffer with those who lost loved ones And must go on and endure. Certainly we will try to pick up the pieces And return to a "normal" life. Certainly we will try to rid ourselves of those Who caused this terrible turmoil and strife. Knowing all of this, Will we be able to balance the scales of justice in a fair way? Will we keep in mind that we can't judge others By the way they look, or what they say? Will we begin to treat our fellow citizens in a manner That recognizes each person as a human being of value? Will we set aside road rage, racial inequities, material greed, And really appreciate where we are, and that we all need to start anew? The answers will come as we commit to memory that horrible day. It's human nature that these events will begin to fade, as we go our way. We have all had some experience with these feelings of sadness and remorse. Don't feel guilty if the particulars fade; remember this; We've seen... once again...human nature at its worse. So now; where are we, where do we go? September 11, 2001, it's like the start of a new year. It's so new, these feelings... What to do, how to help... It's no longer "over there"...it's here. What will, can, and should we do To memorialize those who have passed, so it was not in vain. And not just those who have recently paid a price, But all who have given and suffered this undying pain. There are no quick answers, but there are some things we all can do. Let's dedicate ourselves to making this world a better place; Not by the year, the day, the hour, but every minute too. Each minute is precious, as we witnessed and much can be done. Use those minutes to smile, say hello, and volunteer to help someone. Use those minutes to say I'm sorry, I appreciate you, I love you. Use those minutes to help a handicapped person, Visit and help our youngsters and seniors too. Use those minutes to offer a, " how can I help you?" Use those minutes to squeeze the most of life By utilizing every second that remains for you. Well that's a start; I'm sure there are a thousand more things you can think of To make this a better place. This memorial will resound across the nation With participants from every religion, every race. And in the future When you sing "God Bless America," Or " The Star Spangled Banner," It will serve as a reminder to you, That this is, has been, and will always be, A nation of people that mean it when they say, " The land that I love" and show it with a willing, "And what can I do for you?" Copyright © 2001 Robert Pallone March 15, 2002 This is in dedication to those who are serving to protect this country in a time of tragedy. Those men and women out there can not be respected enough. May God bless them and bring them home safe. This was written by me. It may not be the best poem in the world, but I can guarantee it was the most heart-felt. TUESDAY We woke that dreadful dawn of Tuesday Shocked and stunned with disbelief We were victims of the graphic images Of tragic horror and despicable grief We watched the mighty twins fall To their knees in desperate surrender The smoke and debris quickly overcame As New York City cried in terror As people we were filled with fury And as individuals we cried But as a nation we arose And as one we reunited We mourn those who were lost The ones whose lives were sacrificed While we prepare for the biggest fight The most impactful one of our lives: The fight for our freedom. While our sons will leave home And our daughters unwillingly grieve Our fathers will dry the many tears Off the cheeks of the wives they now leave Our sons and daughters will return With justice and honor proudly served Our fathers and brothers will come home To whose freedom will never again be disturbed They will bring home the beautiful flag And Lady Liberty will raise her torch high For those who dare attempt to ruin the honor America now bravely fights united with pride May God bless America And those who fight for her honor. Copyright © 2001 Ashley Gantzler February 15, 2002 HEART OF THE PHOENIX (In memory of the World Trade Center victims) No dream was saved from thoughts depraved When vengeance claimed you as its whore Our banners burned, as shadows yearned Resolved to scald our very core. Through frenzied cries, you scorched the skies Those pleas for help seemed not to faze First once, then twice, we paid the price Our hearts, but kindling, set ablaze. At first it seemed but as a dream We strained to see through blinded eyes Then came the fear as flames burned clear The nightmare of that sacrifice. Still to this day, through God we pray To gain firm grasp of what transpired And though we feel it's time to heal Revenge appears our soul desire. Must hatred pave our battered fates? Or can we rise above this squall? And like the Phoenix, breathe again-- Antiquity shall judge us all. Copyright © 2001 Brian Nelson Submitted by Ruth Mack --- South Dakota February 15, 2002 I WEEP WITH YOU AMERICA . . . I weep with you America, My tears they fall like rain, Flooding you with My presence, Offering healing for your pain. Yes the enemy is raging, But by far he has not won. For I'm in this battle with you, Together, we will overcome. My children you are soldiers, In this fight to wipe out sin. Keep focused on your goal, Heaven's your eternal prize to win. Get ready all yea nations, For My return is near, To rescue those who love Me, To a land which knows no fear. Yes, I, the Lord, am with thee, I hear your every prayer. My heart is breaking also, Your burdens I do share. Yes, I weep with you America My tears they fall like rain. Flooding you with My presence, Come, seek refuge from your pain. Heart Moments, Copyright 2001 by Elizabeth Whetstone February 15, 2002 A BROTHER'S LOVE The woman looked into her mirror, then down to her trembling hands. Her mind was racing with thoughts of tragedy that she could not understand. Worry for her children, family, friends, nation, our troops and people she did not know in other countries, kept her from rest. Discernment of something she could not understand, of people she did not want to understand! People who murder, abuse and maim. Her prayers were unceasing; prayers for peace and justice! Prayers for the death to stop! Prayers for her anxiety to vanish! The woman needed someone to hear, listen and care. Her Father heard her prayers and would answer.... in His time. Yet this woman yearned for a touch from another living being who could understand, and guide her, and dry her tears. Her brother heard the pain in her message to him, and he answered her with gentleness, compassion, mercy, and graciousness, and scripture. He could not dry her tears for he was far away; however by the end of the evening she felt her Father's peace and light. Her sleep was restful. Now the woman sits and gives thanks to her Father for giving her a brother who is bold in what he believes, and gracious in sharing. This man is strong and full of courage. This man is my brother, and I love him. Copyright © 2001 Joey Robertson February 15, 2002 This is a pantoum poem so lines are repeated. I wrote this as a memorial for those who lost their lives in the WTC attacks and their families and friends. September 11th was a horrible day, horrible tragedy, but we can all be glad that America has grown stronger Home Sweet Home America! GOD BLESS AMERICA!! "Proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free." God bless you all! Sorrow fills a barren space Thousands of lives were taken That cannot be replaced Hear the millions of hushless breaths tonight as people pray for peace. Thousands of lives were taken The little ones left behind Hear the millions of hushless breaths tonight as people pray for peace The innocent bystanders who did nothing wrong have died The little ones left behind May the thousands who died rest in peace The innocent bystanders who did nothing wrong have died. May God be with you all and cause no more grief. May the thousands who died rest in peace Hear the millions of hushless breaths tonight as people pray for peace. May God be with you all and cause no more grief. Hear the millions of hushless breaths tonight as people pray for peace. Copyright © 2001 Megan Kiviniemi January 16, 2002 IN MEMORY OF MY SON, TONY LEE OAKS - 10/4/79 to 09/11/2001 IN JESUS HANDS He came to me last night, in my dreams. He said, "Momma, it will be alright. I am in a new home, far away from you, but never far away from your heart." I cried a tear; he held my hand. I said, "Son, it's not fair they took you away, from me. I never got a chance to tell you I Love You." He said " Momma, you told me everyday, in things you did and in what you'd say." I cried a tear; he held me close to him. I said, "Son, I never got to say good-bye, never got to touch your face and see your eyes." He said, "Momma, good-bye is forever. Never say it unless you really mean it, say 'I'll see you soon', for momma, there is never a good-bye in the love we share." I cried a tear; he looked in my eyes as he wiped them from my cheeks. I said, "Life's a bitch, I do know this, but you were my baby and I was not there to protect you." He said, "Momma, you're so right, I only wished I realized all you said sooner than what I did. Momma, I needed to grow on my own. You taught me well, the best you could, but as you said so many times before life is full of choices and roads to choice. I chose a road that turned out to be my final destination, not your fault. As you said, God picks the best petals of his flock; I was a petal he chose that day." I cried a tear; he held my hands. I said, "Son, I will never be able to touch you again, or whisper in your ear, or laugh with you. I will never hear my name usher through your lips. I miss you so, my heart aches inside." He said, "Momma, every time you bring your arms to your chest, I am inside of them. Every time you call my name, I am next to you. Every time you think of me, it will be because I thought of you first. You're not alone; I will always be by your side." I wiped my tears and woke to a darkened room. For a second, I could have sworn it was my son. He smiled at me, blew a kiss, then winked his eye and he said "I'll see ya later, Momma." Was it really him, or just a dream within a dream? I might never know for sure but that night left my heart feeling a little warmer inside. For now I know, my son is in Jesus' hands. I could never ask for better care of my child. No matter where he is, my love will surround him and will surround all those who have past along his side on September 11, 2001. God Bless Us All. Copyright © 2001 Donna Le graham "Do not live in the past, as sometimes the past can hold you back. Live each day as if it were the first day of the rest of your life. For in all actuality it is." Author Unknown Sent in by Donna Le graham January 16, 2002 One question that is asked these days, Is how God could cause such pain? With all these terrible events in the world, Where was God when we needed him? My answer is, right there with them; With the victims, with the firemen. God's love was bound around, Every person in that town. As they recover from this terrible blow, The faith and unity of our country shows. God is too kind to let something like this happen, I know he has a bigger plan in mind. Just look to his word, go to him in prayer, And you may find that God is love, peace, and joy. So when we ask about the eleventh, Just remember God's blessings that he sends from heaven. He is the way, the truth, and the light He will never ever leave your side. Author Unknown Submitted by A.M., Age 17 --- North Dakota January 16, 2002 TO THE EDGE OF FAITH I landed safely As my flight was diverted Out of harm's way, But I did not understand immediately What had happened That day, We knew of some kind of attack A plane had struck The twin towers, At first I wanted to believe it was an accident The reality, I just couldn't devour, Greater than any trauma I had ever heard of I stood shaking listening to the reports, Hundreds, no thousands Were trapped, burned, killed I collapsed still listening to the reports, I have seen war before On TV, in papers and in books I have seen tragedy and pain But what made me take a second look? Was it because it was so close to home? Was it because the world seemed a smaller place? What would I have done if I were in the building? Struck and burnt in an instant Who would I have become? And would I have had time to cherish my life's best moments? My brothers, my sisters, my fellow citizens Were ripped from any sense of peace, safety or security, And yet, the same brothers, sisters and citizens Are not shrinking from the call of American duty, Fierce, brave, militant We know where we need to be tough, America has long been the helper of others But this act of terrorism awoke us to "enough is enough", I always believed that everyone is good That if we do not seek evil, It will not come to our door, But here it is Over 3,000 spent lives later, It took away people, it took away more, How will I fly again? How will I visit undiscovered lands? Will someone hate me for my looks? Will they ask me about my religion? Of all the things I've shared with others My beliefs never caused me tension, Now I'm scared but I will carry on As our flag waves proudly, And as it stands tall I will celebrate my freedom and all it's glory, Hatred does not develop in the heart of God Suffering is not worshiped in prayers and sermons, There are deeper wounds in the hearts of people That are lashing out on neighbors, on innocents, I do not want to rise each day in fear I work and play and laugh just like you, I have two feet and two hands And I will do what God asks me to, God reaches all And be punished, you will, For I love this country and I love this world And there is no room for you, no room for ill... Copyright © 2001 Manisha S. Joshi January 16, 2002 With heads held high as tears stream down our cheeks... We'll never forget what happened only last week. We lower Old Glory to half staff out of respect to them all... As the world watched in horror to see the Twin Towers fall. The lives that were taken, the Pentagon burned... The death toll still rises and goes unconfirmed. We've all said our prayers, Dear God help us through... For we can do nothing without the help of you. Our heads in our hands we pray until morning light... Dear Lord help the workers get through the night. As God Bless America rings through the streets... Together we have risen right back to our feet. With patriotism in our head and prayer in our hearts... This is the end for terrorism, here's where we start. Take note those of you who are evil and cruel... This is the last, the last day that you rule. America is strong like never before... So put your hand on your heart as the flag it will soar. United we stand and together we go... For now they will reap all that they sow. God Bless America and Let Freedom Ring... For we are the country and together we sing. Like never before we stand side by side... We watch over our President for he is our guide. So together we stand so brave and so tall... And forever we'll remember them, remember them all. Copyright © 2001 Melinda Lawrence December 17, 2001 Tuesday, September 11th, started out as every other Tuesday had. My 9:30 History class is always a struggle for me; I barely ever stay awake. After class, I hurried to the bus stop to get back to my dorm as quickly as possible. As I rode the bus past the swarms of students leaving their dorms for their 11 o'clock classes, I noticed we had passed a few students with tears streaming down their faces. That was when I heard it. Over the radio, by the driver's feet, were the sounds of chaos and trauma. I could barely make out the frenzied reports, but it was not lost on me that the events were catastrophic in nature. I ran from the bus stop to my dorm, the 115 stairs a blur. In the lounge, I joined a few upperclassmen on our hall to witness, via television, the most disturbing and depressing images I have ever seen. I stayed in the lounge until I knew my parents, 5000 miles away in Hawaii, would be awake. It turns out they had been awake for a couple hours, after receiving a call from my sister who was to start an internship at KQED, the San Francisco station of NPR, on September 11th. The voices of my parents were like a hole in a blow up pool, the tears started flowing and seemed like they would never end. I spoke to them until I gained control of myself, and then called all my classmates at school in DC and New York to make sure they were okay. Still in a state of shock, I turned to my journal to record my feelings. Among the thousands of people who joined God on September 11th, only one had direct ties to my family. My mom sent this poem to the father of one of the victims of the terrorist attacks, who enjoyed it greatly. I now offer it to the rest of the mourners- those who have lost loved ones and those who have lost faith- as a reminder of the triumph of good in the face of evil. Well over two months after the deadliest attacks on American soil, the pain continues, but the memories of the innocent people who lost their lives will never be forgotten. Be strong, believe in the good and never lose hope. Innocent people, innocent minds, It has come time; draw shut the blinds. Times have changed; times remain, This world we know is full of pain. Listen to the cries; listen to the song, Will someone explain where we went wrong? Strive to be true, strive to do right, Close your eyes, sweet dreams, sleep tight. Copyright © 2001 Tacy Taylor December 17, 2001 IN LOVING MEMORY I LOVE YOU ALL...I'LL CHERISH THE MEMORIES...AND I WILL NEVER FORGET R.M., M.L., J.M., R.O., T.O., J.M., J.G., F.I., D.C., FDNY, NYPD The events of 9-11 have left us all torn apart, They have created unfading marks imprinted on our hearts. Sadness and fear now fill our school walls, While tearful conversations take place in the halls. We've all been affected in many different ways, By the horrible events of these past few days. It seems that nothing good can come from all this, For there are people we love, and people we miss. Yet through everything, we must continue our prayer, Even though these attacks just are not fair. Let us pray for those innocent people who have passed away, And for all those who are helping them in any way. For the fire fighters and police who are risking their lives, To try to save those who may still be inside. For our nation and its leaders who now must respond, May God help them decide, to be firm, to be strong. For the people of America, that they may find comfort in the fact, That our nation's resolve was not touched by these acts. And for any of our own intentions, which we mention inside, May God help us all to find peace--in our hearts, and worldwide. Copyright © 2001 Maureen Davis On September 11, our world changed forever As innocent people became victims of terror A regular workday suddenly turned into war And civilians were targeted, like never before Workers expected to make it through the day, They never imagined it could end this way And firemen and policemen ran in to save lives Knowing, quite well, that they, too, might die As the buildings fell down, we watched with fear Worrying about loved ones, and shedding a tear Doctors and nurses were needed to help, They proudly nursed some victims back to health Yet so many people still cannot be found As rescue workers continue to search all around This attack struck near to very many of our hearts And to all of our lives it will forever be a part Who could have done this? More importantly, why? We will always remember, For heroes do not die We now have many guardian angels Looking down on us from above And watching over us, and our world, With never-ending love. Copyright © 2001 Maureen Davis December 17, 2001 "But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hollow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggle here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract." Abraham Lincoln Submitted by A. Lincoln --- Texas December 17, 2001 This poem is dedicated to those whose lives were lost in the recent events of September 11, 2001 I AM SORRY I am sorry for caring about my new outfit I was going to wear that Tuesday morning for not thinking about your families and how you will have to be the one to tell them I am sorry for not wanting to admit that there was still hope I am sorry that all those people will never come home to see their spouse and children or to say I love you I am sorry to all those people who never got to say good-bye I am sorry to all those that never got to fall in love for the first time or to those who never got to say "I do" I am sorry to all those that could not fulfill their dreams but most of all I am sorry for those who are afraid to say sorry I am sorry Submitted by Phil Chapman December 17, 2001 A tribute to the heroes of September 11th. SUMMON THE HEROES It's 9 - 1 - 1 and there's a 9 - 1 - 1 dispatching heroes to the scene. The air is filled with smoke and fire and panic-stricken screams. Some are called and some are caught and others just rush in With saving lives their foremost thought our heroes now begin. In shock, we stop to watch the unthinkable unfold. But even in the horror, we hear the stories told. Great accounts of heroes slowly filter through Of just plain folks resolved to do, whatever they can do. Some proudly wear the uniforms of air, police and fire. And some just wear their business suits, some casual attire. They began the day as Moms and Dads, associates and friends, As daughters, sons and brothers, off to work again. Adversity, some say, introduces you to you. And most don't know they're heroes, until the call comes through. There's a fire chief who safely leads out several of his men And knowing more are still inside, goes right back in again. There's a clergyman who dies while descending from the heights Because he stops to comfort and give the Last of Rites. On another floor most have fled but remaining 'til the end Is a hero at the side of his quadriplegic friend. Two other heroes fight the clock, undaunted by the danger, Labor for an hour to help a total stranger Disabled in a wheel chair that they carry floor by floor Sixty-eight exhausting flights 'til she's safely out the door. And what about the fourth plane, United 93. Already so much terror and more is meant to be. But sometimes heroes take to flight, like eagles in the air. These heroes bravely give their lives, that others will be spared. Just ordinary folks on an extra-ordinary day These heroes stand the test in extraordinary way. Beneath the smoke and dust and ash lie the heroes of this land. Who gave their all, when they heard the call to help their fellow man. Now with them die heroic tales that never will be known. God bless these American Heroes that today are summoned home. Copyright © 2001 Robert W. Brown November 15, 2002 I'm in the 9th grade. When we were given the opportunity to write a poem in Literature class as extra-credit assignment around September 11, 2002, I went for it. At first I had no idea what to write, but once my pen hit the paper, I couldn't stop! A DARK DAY When the world awoke, it was a normal day, By 9 o'clock, it certainly didn't look that way. One tower was hit and then the other, The world was left below to smother. Then the Pentagon, and Pennsylvania last, Why would someone do these terrible acts? To tear us apart, to break us down, To try to turn America around? Instead, all together, we stand, Bound together, stronger this land. We gathered to support, to love and to pray, To remember those who died this dark day. Copyright © 2002 Lindsey Carr November 15, 2002 "Courage is not the freedom from fear; it's being afraid, Yet still having the strength to go on." Billy Crystal, from the "9-11 Tribute To America Special" Submitted by Josh M., Age 18 --- Virginia November 15, 2002 In spite of what happened on September 11, 2001, all that I know is that it's done and over with, and our Airline Services are a lot stronger now!! Our Lady Liberty still stands today, nice and high like it will forever!! Hold your head up high and say, "I Am Proud To Be An American And I Always Will Be!" Copyright © 2002 Andrea Ludowise October 16, 2002 WHAT IT MEANS TO BE LIVING when the time came you relinquished control (of your airplane) and it was almost understood that very little remained to be done when the time came and the decision was made (to climb a million stairs) you dutifully followed in full gear and in the chaos you staved off the thought of what it meant to be alive you went closer in an attempt to help and you paid and now in the never ending realization of disaster in the memory of suffering and pain I make an effort to smile Copyright © 2001 Gernot Bremermann October 16, 2002 "They expected us to fall, but we kept standing They expected us to give up, but we kept fighting They expected us to lose strength, but we only got stronger They expected our country to die, but we kept living.... God Bless Everyone and God Bless America!!" Written in 2002 by The Mystery Runner, Age 15 --- Wisconsin STAY STRONG!! October 16, 2002 ONE As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes We become one people. We are One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are The Power of One. We are United. We are America. Copyright © 2001 Dr. Cheryl Sawyer Submitted by Chelsey B., Age 13 --- Iowa October 16, 2002 I wrote this poem for a school project after the events of 9/11. It helped me as well as my peers. They felt better about themselves. why does intelligence some people lack why does the sun burn the skin on my back why don't we try to solve problems with peace and not kill anyone at all at least why do our minds fill with mist when we worry why are there always two sides to a story why do we fight, when we easily can deal with all of the problems that should appeal? all of these things are not easy to say and so many people resort to teasing today things would turn out good if we thought with our heads and we wouldn't sit worrying at night in our beds. why is the world filled with terrorism each day the reason you see, I really can't say... Copyright © 2002 Katie King I wrote this poem the day of the September 11th attacks. It helped me and my friends through the grief, and helped us to see a way out. When I heard the news, understood what they'd said, I couldn't believe it; all those people dead. Their lives had been cut short, their memories erased. They were unaware of the danger they'd faced. When the plane hit the tower, heard that great boom, The world was shaking in every room. What was at stake then, the life of our friends? Our families? Relatives? The list never ends. How can I live when they aren't alive? Why try to give or even to strive? I try to move on but not to forget Cause September 11th, it's not over yet I promise you this, though I'm here all the way Through tears and through memories; my trust will not stray. Copyright © 2001 Katie King October 16, 2002 "Tomorrow is another day, and the sun will rise with just as much hate in the world as it did today. Love cannot rebuild our highest skyscrapers or bring back those we have lost, yet its only job is to conquer hate and make peace on earth seem a little more realistic." Copyright © 2001 Mary Thomas September 16, 2002 IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE TRAGEDY OF 9/11/01 In remembrance Pause for a moment To think of those lost Of the innocence souls Who tumbled and stumbled Without ever knowing why. In the rush of life Doing their jobs Just another day Was suppose to be just like yesterday But out of the air Terror struck They never had a chance But heroes were formed And a nation stood firm. In remembrance Pause for a moment To think of that day Thinking of all that was lost And all that was gained Never letting it be A forgotten tale. Copyright © 2002 Ellen Flickner June 17, 2002 God bless America's fighting men and women who do not cower when their country calls. The rights of all Americans are built on the courage of all who fight for Freedom and Democracy. God Bless America and Remember 9-11-01. We shall overcome any adversity that comes our way because: "We Are Of The People, By The People, And For The People!" MEMORIAL DAY Today I wear a caring heart. It's wrapped up in red, white and blue. Too often we forget this day, To honor those, so tried and true. I always wear a caring heart. I wear it each and every day. Today I wrapped it specially, So I would not forget to pray... To bless all those who died for truth, Who called their Mama's name in pain. So young, these gallant heroes fair, Who gave their lives, but not in vain. Today the flag will pass me by, And bunted heart will open wide. As I salute this glorious site... My humble self will swell with pride. This is our country! These our dead!! And if others happen to fall.... Remember, they follow HEROES, Who gave us the ultimate gift.... THEIR ALL!!! Copyright © 2002 Carol Bouche Ottlinger May 15, 2002 I was at school when I was told about the tragedy that had taken place in the United States. That day we did not do work, rather, sat in our classes and watched the television broadcasts or listened to the radio to learn about what was taking place, right beside us. During my last period class my teacher came into the classroom holding a piece of paper. She tried to keep a steady voice and aloud began to read, she only made it through half of the page before the tears began to form in her eyes. She looked at me and handed me the paper as if to continue in her place. I kept on reading and by the end the whole class was in tears. It is truly unfortunate how it takes such tragic events for people to realize how much we all have, everything that goes unnoticed each day, how vulnerable we all are...September 11th has changed everyone forever. Author Unknown Submitted by M.F. --- Ontario, Canada WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES On Monday we emailed jokes. On Tuesday we did not. On Monday we thought that we were secure. On Tuesday we learned better. On Monday we were talking about heroes as being athletes. On Tuesday we relearned who our heroes are. On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived. On Tuesday we gave money away to people we had never met. On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools. On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where someone was not praying. On Monday people argued with their kids about picking up their room. On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough to hug their kids. On Monday people were upset that they had to wait 6 minutes in a fast food drive through line. On Tuesday people didn't care about waiting up to 6 hours to give blood for the dying. On Monday we waved our flags signifying our cultural diversity. On Tuesday we waved only the American flag. On Monday there were people trying to separate each other by race, sex, colour and creed. On Tuesday they were all holding hands. On Monday we were men or women, black or white, old or young, rich or poor, gay or straight, Christian or non-Christian. On Tuesday we were Americans. On Monday politicians argues about budget surpluses. On Tuesday grief stricken they sang "God Bless America." On Monday the President was going to Florida to read to children. On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our children. On Monday we had families. On Tuesday we had orphans. On Monday people went to work as usual. On Tuesday they died. On Monday people were fighting the 10 commandments on government property. On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking 'Thou shalt not kill'. It is sadly ironic how it takes horrific events to place things into perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this week, the things we have taken for granted, the things that have been forgotten or overlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again. Author Unknown Submitted by M.F. --- Ontario, Canada May 15, 2002 I wrote this poem because after the Sept.11 incident, a lot of people were sad and angry and felt like their life was at an end. There shouldn't have to be any wars at all. We should live in peace and harmony the way God wants it to be. When I am filled with anguish and hatred toward the world And can take no more I go to God. He is my rock, my fortress. When sadness fills me I listen to my heart. God whispers His will through it because He is love. When I am at war with the world, I go to God because He is peace. Copyright © 2001 Madison Magne May 15, 2002 AMERICA Cold and corrupted, and pretty as pie, another tower bleeding off the New York skyline. A corporate catastrophe, point click and sell, and I thought the world would notice when that second tower fell. And everyone stood still. And everyone held hands. And we all cried together, "I'm here brother, I understand." And night fell on the ashes, which fell on us all. From here to East Asia, we all waited for that call. "Daddy, I'm ok, I made it, I'm coming home." And the tears in her voice echoed through lovers left alone. We all thought of our families, branded in reflect, with eyes dry and burning, watching president elect. And we all made this promise, our hearts felt the change, like we ever had a choice, human race rearranged. So I thought. And maybe you did too. But time is the CEO and the American machine's got work to do! So bring on the whisky, and lets make a deal, that's money buried breathing, and a wall street Cipro steal. Underneath the heartbeat that we all felt together. Underneath the promise of change and forever. My heart to all the people, who never said goodbye. My arms to hold you sister, Don't be afraid to cry. I've seen new light through verses, survivors tear and tell. But I thought this world would notice, when that second soldier fell. Copyright © 2002 Jaclyn Dollinger |