Remember, forever the 11th of September. For it is a day when for our liberty, the
ultimate price was paid by the heroes borne of fire, right beneath Lady Liberty’s
gaze.
Do you remember that morn in September,
When heroes were honed in harrowing ember?
Does your heart pound, with the strength that was found,
In the blood of the patriots that hallowed this ground?
When the battle hymn was sung, though vict’ry h‘d not been
won,
After the darkness and despair did you join in the defiant
dawn?
I remember the day the towers fell,
When fire rained down and the terror effused from hell.
I remember the day when from bended knees, we, the brave,
made our glorious stand,
When all the children of liberty bore freedom’s banner in
hand,
When nary a street corner nor memorial mourner did not fly
Old Glory’s high command.
As the moon rises on the eve of this sacred remembrance,
Let us honor those who died with great love, gratitude, and
patriotic reverence.
Let us be inspired by those sanctified in fire, to respond
with calm, unwavering, strength in the face of all situations—no matter how
dire.
Let us rest in the knowledge that no matter the challenge,
when confronted by evil our grace will not yield…and with steady hand and chivalrous
heart, our might, with justice, we will wield.
And may forever we remember that morn in September, and from
its ashes let the identity that was forged, to the future be
rendered. For it was for the futures of
the children of our children that the present generations, have with their
lives, so nobly tendered.
Remember, forever the 11th of September. For it is a day when for our liberty, the
ultimate price was paid by the heroes borne of fire, right beneath Lady Liberty’s
gaze.
