In plumes of smoke of dingy gray
Our innocence wafted away
Above the hole that violence bore
There on the Potomac’s shore
Now, still the tears begin to well
At thoughts of how those towers fell
While shards of paper wafted down
Like snow upon a frozen ground
Then in a quiet grassy field
Metal crashed, then sirens peeled
A dirge to honor countless brave
Who gave their all for others saved
Our heroes rose and heroes fell
As we wept tears that would not quell
But still we knew their hate had failed
As love remained and hope prevailed