Whispers of Nine Eleven
by Timothy House
Can you hear the whispers from back on Nine Eleven?
the day 4 swords created so much devastation
Do you hear the cries from New York?
can you feel the kisses from loved ones, on this day, never returned from work
Can you hear the sound of steel, and glass as it breaks?
do you remember the debris falling, just like snow flakes
Do you remember me? I was in the towers that plunged to the ground
just one of the many, that will never be found
Can you hear the footsteps in Washington ?
rushing to the fractured side, of the Pentagon
Can you hear the famous words of a hero?
let's roll
Can you here their voices, as they take the plane down?
away from the target, crashing it into the ground
Just a plain field in the Pennsylvania hills
where all these new soldiers were to be killed
Many hero were made that day
like all the Firemen that passed away
So came the terrorists that stabbed our hearts
and in the middle of New York city lies the scar
So this day is upon us once again
do we remember those voices that carry across the wind
Those whispers that crash through our souls, as loud as thunder
as loud as those 4 planes that plundered
What do these whispers says to us
don't give in, move on, we must
But never forget what has happened here
don't forget our pain, and tears
From this yesterday gone by
the day 4 swords pierced the heart of a nation, from the sky
Hear these whispers in the wind
the voices from back on Nine Eleven
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