When smoke will clear and bombs will stop,
We'll remember what and whom we've lost.

We'll swear and cry and scream and wail
We'll ask for their return to no avail.

We'll stop and look into the sky,
Tears reflect crystal blue as we wonder why,

And we'll still hear the screech of the metal so hot
We'll still see the flames scream 'Forget me not'

When eyes are closed the insides will always bear
The images and memories of those not there

Disagreements dissolve and hatred goes,
As hands are gripped throughout the woes,

And prayers are said for those who've died,
Along with those who for long nights have cried,

Worry is spent over old threats and new,
We all looked to a leader to know what to do.

Countless lives were torn and ripped apart at the seams
Angry black smoke haunting so many dreams,

Vigils are made and cares of race are lost,
When reminded of what hatred can cost,

All that will matter is the hand held in mine,
The monument that stands as a test against time,

To see if this great country can really stand,
In threats of invasions from other lands,

And blood will bleed red, white, and blue
And the songs that are sung will be sung with truth,

The date and the number engraved in our hearts forever,
That fateful day that happened in early September.