To Brave the Sorrow (America 2001)

I was there watching,
The day Sorrow lived and died.
One beautiful September day,
It took us by surprise.

We all stood in witness,
As Terror took our breath.
Evil smiled and laughed in glee,
And visited us with Death.

Sorrow was born there in the flames,
Our Innocence was taken.
The terrible cost of thousands of souls,
Left the earth, itself, shaken.

The Fear did leave a gaping wound,
And Sorrow knew us all.
The Devil flew us into ourselves,
Hoping we would fall.

And Sorrow lived and tested us,
So big that all men knew,
That Devil walks among us.
And the Terrible is true.

Then calling, screaming, for the lost,
Searching through the night.
Hardly bearing Sorrows weight,
By the dawns early light.

But with that day came the news,
And Sorrow too could see,
That though we had lost the fight,
We had fought on United 93.

Hope was born, as Anger burned,
And Hatred too, did flare.
Sorrow suddenly lifted and turned,
Because our flag was still there.

Pride then connected us.
And Sorrow could not stand.
The entire world reached to us,
Our flag clutched in their hands.

Understanding draws us close,
And Sorrow is no more,
Satan’s twin has shown himself.
He called us each to war.

Fight, we must, through the Fear,
The Stars and Stripes still wave.
Though our Freedom has cost us dear,
We are the home of the Brave.




Christy Cole Sept 15. 2001

For You Rossi Darlin.