Flight 93

The field lies quiet now, a peaceful green,

Where steel and sacrifice became one whole.

A sudden storm, a terror unforeseen,

Upon a path to reach a higher goal.

The hijackers, with malice in their hearts,

Turned toward a city, dark and grim.

But courage rose and played heroic parts,

A whispered prayer became a battle hymn.

With shouts of "Let's roll!" and with one accord,

They fought for life against a certain death.

A final, fierce, and righteous discord,

A last great deed with their last living breath.

And in that field, where broken fuselage lay,

A monument to freedom earned that day.