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9/11 on 12

How could sunshine smile on me, comfort me with your glow
When in just moments, there would be destruction my world did not know
My heart jolts and almost skips a beat
I look at the TV and can almost feel the heat
The rumble and the deafening screams
It is still early on a Tuesday morning, this all must be a horrible dream
Will my soul ever settle down again
Can't the heavens just open up, pour out love and shower the rain
Did anyone else see what happened?
A horror so great, my spirit feels damaged
It turned my mind, no longer comprehend
The tragedy seemed over before many knew it would begin
I can not imagine the pain they felt
The impact of the planes and the thoughts, they melt
Ten years ago, it isn't a long day
We are still wondering what happened, challenging what they say
The world will never be innocent again
Many tears shed, still remembering their loss, their pain
I wasn't there, only sitting on a bed
Looking at the crumbling of concrete, holding my head
We may never know the purpose or why that day, evil reigned
I do know this thing, life went on in glory and yes, some pain
Yet that metal to destroy never made it far enough
We are resilient, we overcome, we are tough
The tragedy happened, yes that is true
But now, a decade later, I'm looking for a new day, how about you?

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