New York my city
What have they done
We all saw your glory
Towering, proud and majestic
Assaulting you was not enough
They sought to bring you down
All eyes on you
Arms stretched outward
Skies turned gray with grief
Shedding tears into the Hudson
From afar, your cry was heard
Within, your pain alive
The day goes down in history
But down you will not stay
Orum