I brought my three little children
To the top of the world one day
And showed them the wonders of freedom
To be found in the U.S.A.
I showed them the world
From the one hundreth and tenth story
While proudly above our heads
Flew, the ever present … OLD GLORY
From the city across the river
We watched them grow, so proud
And then … We watched them crumble and fall
Into, a deadly, ominous cloud
From two towers of shining strength
In seconds, To a huge urban tomb
But … Whatever evil, destroyed on that day
"Love, One day, Will make loom"
Our hearts and souls are bewildered
Due to the tragic loss of lives
By devils, that flew in our free air
Wielding hatred and razor knives
God and man must reunite
And battle side by side
To rid the world of such terror
And restore our nations pride
"And so my children, I say to you …
The Towers are really, still there
They will stand forever, in the eyes and hearts,
Of free people, Everywhere."
Robert S. Vena