This was "Nine Eleven," Two Thousand One,
They attacked our city that belonged to every race;
The "Trade Towers" were struck, the time to escape was clear;
By "end of day" there was loss, we could not bear,
Thousands of funerals took place, one by one.
This was the time the world ended as we knew it.
Our hope was restored by those who "First Responded."
I was humbled by one Fireman, who searched the rubble.
Burned red on his face, his wife clutching his arm,
We went on with our lives as the site was fallowed,
In our prayers is the family of John M. Sbarbaro from Brooklyn, NY who worked for Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center. Let us remember all those victims and the first responders who sacrified their lives, and unite to remember 9/11.