One Year Ago

One year ago, our freedom sailed the open seas.
We never thought we would fall on our knees.
People just doing their normal day-to-day.
People just living, what else can you say?

A knife strikes out, in the post-dawn light.
Pilots have to struggle with all their might.
"Give them what they want, make it so.
Then they'll leave us alone." One Year Ago.

There's no bargaining, no ransom, not now.
A one-way mission is what, when and how.
A jet-fuel bomb with civilians rain down,
On the tallest structures, in the biggest town.

Firemen and policemen run to the rescue.
It is their daily job, to them danger is not new.
It is their final call, that they did not know.
Many were saved by them, One Year Ago.

Rumble, rubble, then dirt and soot covers up.
The thousands of lives, with an immediate disrupt.
Fatherless, motherless, across the world it did spread.
Families shattered, as dreams are buried with the dead.

America fell on it's knee when the great towers fell.
We thought it was evil terror straight out of hell.
But the healing began instantly, we're more than any foe.
America's standing taller than ever, after One Year Ago.

By John McCarron, September 9th, 2002
Bettendorf, Iowa