The land is scarred and broken but the spirit is alive and well.

There's a little bit of heaven in this place that once was hell.

And there's three thousand stories that can be read upon the face

of each who comes to kneel here in this sacred place.

We remember ... we remember

we pause, we shed a tear.

There's a whispered prayer upon the lips

for those who perished here.

The green grass in the meadow  waves in the wind again.

And the birds are gently singing as they were back then.

The land has healed, it's been reborn ~ the seeds were planted deep

within the soil of liberty ~ freedom is the harvest we'll reap.

We remember ... we remember

that bright and shining day

when suddenly the skies turned dark

and the dove had flown away.

Concrete walls, once tumbled, have been rebuilt anew,

a tribute to our heroes ~ the brave, the proud, the few.

Defenders of our liberties, we salute you all this day

and bow our heads in gratitude as we humbly say ...

We remember ... we remember

though we cannot reason why

the golden sun just vanished

from out the summer sky.

8:47 a.m. American Airlines Flight 11 crashes into Tower No. 1 of the World Trade Center, killing the 92 people aboard and destroying floors 90-100.

9:02 a.m. United Airlines Flight 175 with 65 people aboard, strikes Tower No. 2 of the World Trade Center, taking out floors 78-87.

9:41 a.m. American Airlines Flight 77 with 64 people aboard, crashes into the Pentagon in Arlington, VA.

10:00 a.m. United Airlines Flight 93, with 45 people aboard, crashes in a field in Shanksville, PA.

To remember is to honor.

"Call to remembrance, O Lord, thy tender mercy :
and thy loving-kindness, which hath been ever of old.
O remember not the sins and offences of my youth :
but according to thy mercy think thou on me, O Lord, for thy goodness."

Psalm xxv:5-6

Verse © Poof cat 2002