Here we sit in history class... Remembering the events of 9-11 Here before us stands a man That was there... Tired to help all those people Showing us pictures of the tears THe blodd, the sweat, the love He trys to tell us his story But his voice trembles.. And before he can finish his story he starts to cry TElling us how he found some people How he missed his kids and wife YOu can see the pain in his eyes Outside some where you can hear A cop car racing down the street at full speed with its sierns on He just looks at us.. "can you hear that?" he wipes away a few stray tears "That is why I came here today"Birth sign: Pisces
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