Nine Eleven, Two Thousand One

Amidst the dust
Along the pain
The clouds brew up
And start to rain

The water flows
Despite the cost
Of all to clean
Of all we’ve lost

That fateful day
Where war begins
And we must pay
For all our sins

We send our planes
We send our men
Yet we don’t know
When it will end

A vicious plan
Long years have passed
And just how long
Will my pain last?

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