Silhouettes at dusk, they stand tall
Their immense size, impressing all
Twin towers, reaching the sky
A 'must look', for any eye
Daybreak, the workers arrive
Hustle and bustle, twin towers are alive
From nowhere terror struck
Now we find we cannot look
Horror from a demon power
A plane flew into the mighty tower
And then another to its twin
God give us strength from within
To contemplate this mighty sin.
Suddenly there comes a rumble
The twin towers start to crumble
Crashing down before our eyes
Bringing down their mighty size
And all the workers of the day
Helpless, trapped and worse, they lay
... They once stood tall, in their own lives
Children, grandparents, husbands and wives,
Taken away from their loved ones so dear
Missed too by strangers far and near.
A demonic act of cowardly hate,
Brought innocent people to their fate.
Fight with words and not with lives,
May it be on your conscience, the frightened cries.
In your eyes they come to fall,
But in our hearts, loved ones and the towers will still stand tall.
Updated: 12:34 Thursday, September 27, 2001
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