From clear September skies, a sudden blow,
A morning born of fire and of dust.
The towers fell, a world brought down below,
And shattered was our innocence and trust.
The steel birds flew, but not on wings of peace,
A brutal wound in Freedom's hallowed ground.
A nation watched its certainties decrease,
And heard the silence where there was no sound.
We stood together then, a single soul,
In shock and grief, in sorrow and in rage.
The bells of sorrow for the broken whole,
A new, dark chapter turned upon a page.
And though the years may pass and scars may fade,
The fallen stand in memory's parade.