Golden Box Book Publishing Cindy's Voices | Page 17

9/11
A date that we
Remember well
The day our world
Went straight to hell
So many lives
Were torn apart
By a few fools
Who had no hearts
What has more worth
Than innocence
What could cause them
To be so dense
Yes we recall
Year after year
The day, the pain
The woe, the tears
In just moments
Many lives lost
Survivors find
Freedom its cost
In our own quest
For safety we
Gave up rights in
Land of the free