tuesday morning
dawned so bright
who would have thought
that by the night
a nation's laughter
would turn to sorrow
that the nightmare would
still be there on the morrow
images burned into our mind
flames exploding
towers imploding
faces streaked with shock
and tears
heroes rising by the hour
our nation's spirit
uniting in power
buildings may topple
into rubble and dust
but our nation and people
in God still trust
from sorrow grows strength
our resolve will not pale
we will not be beaten
America will prevail