Gallant Old Glory, our flag!
our peaceful sky
...AMERICA!
Fires aglow from whence we were struck,
with force and life was destroyed.
Pieces of our hearts bled that day across America.
Hatred was the feeling in their hearts.
They asked for transport, only to destroy!
Our hearts hang bleeding for those who died.
Bleeding because we were struck... wondering why?
Our flag will fly high with honor.
We love our country and we shall find comfort in God
who makes the impossible, possible! |
