The Triumph Through the Tragedy

By Mac Brown



Watching the buildings fall,

People racing through the downtown streets,

The mushroom cloud covers all,

Lives taken in a heart beat.

Children living with out a dad,

Some are missing their mothers too,

Every face is teary and sad,

How will we all ever come through?

We've mourned the deaths of our loved ones,

And have been the shoulders for those who cry,

Now we can barely see the sun,

Poking through the blackened sky.

And as we help out each other,

The sun will show a little more,

Because every time we help one another,

We heal America's giant sore.