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Twin Towers, Soaring High |
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 The apple of our nation's eye,
peeled t'ward a brighter dream
gleaming, where eagles, free, surely fly
with seeming ease in heaven's sky.
Who could know the day would come
we would see them crumble and fall
the terror of the evil, the total sum,
evoking disbelief from one and all?
Who could have seen the signs
on that serene September dawn
a nation would change with the times,
the war delivered to her own front lawn?
As Lady Liberty gazed from the harbor,
shrouded by smoke and billowing flames,
the heart of a nation, with intense ardor,
succumbed to the heat of human games.
Just for an instant, the world stood still
with us, grieving, praying we would survive.
Who could've believed our streets would fill
with so many innocent no longer alive?
Who could have known two years hence
we'd send sons and daughters over the sea
in a desperate attempt to quell the sense
our future's not as bright as it used to be?
Out of dire fear of what others might do,
pre-emptive war became the plan of the day
despite the fact it might tear us in two...
like the towers...each with a different view.
Twin Towers, soaring high...
A lustrous vision in our nation's eye...
steeled t'ward a brighter dream
gleaming, when suddenly, from the sky
the innocent leaped...and we began to cry.
Who could have known the day would come
nothing would seem to make any sense...
the horrific events leaving everyone numb
only to declare war in our own defense!
What legacy are we destined to leave
in the name of those who died that day
trapped beneath the beams and debris,
if it means mores lives will be taken away?
Twin Towers, crashing down...
"Pruned or disciplined?" We frown...
each steered t'ward a growing pride,
rising, where eagles, aloft, surely drown
with seeming ease, a world upside-down.
Who knows the day must surely come
we all will stand before God's throne
called to account for what each has done,
with nowhere to hide, naked and alone!
Who knows war only begets more war...
an endless cycle of death and despair;
Is this the solution...what we abhor?
If there's to be no peace on earth, then where?
Twin towers, soaring high...
Embedded in our hearts, we will fight and die,
eyes peeled still t'ward a brighter dream
gleaming, where spirits, free, surely fly
with seeming ease in heaven's sky. |
By Nancy L. Meek
Copyright 2003
Listed May 1, 2010 |
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About Author... Nancy is the proud wife of William "Billy" J. Meek, a Vietnam War
Veteran, who served with the 1st Cavalry Airmobile Division, 11th Aviation
Group, 228th Battalion, Co. B.
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