9/11

[Robbie G]

Not sure where I was really going with this, just felt like writing. I kind of look at it as more of a poem with a slower flow.

I remember back to the day when the planes hit the towers
so much human life lost, in just a few hours
third slammed into the rear side of the pentagon
and it wasn't long, until some claimed it was a bomb
hundreds of heroes go in, destined to never return
rushing forward, as the towers continues to burn
such a hatred for the land of the free, and the home of the brave
one mans plan to send three thousand more people to the grave
a call to a loved one, from the fourth plane
it's been hi-jacked my love, I've been stabbed and I'm in pain
but know that I love you and I won't make it through,
what has to be done, what they're about to do
the plane must go down, to save all the others
I won't let them take the life, of any more of my brothers
the plane went down, burning up in the grassy meadow
there were no survivors, but they knew that from the get go
people jumped from the towers, to escape the fiery hell
thousands of feet down, to their death they fell
climbing up the stairs, hero's in heavy suites
carrying a 100 pounds, and very heavy boots
a look of fear crosses a face, as there begins a rumble
down ever so fast, the towers begin to tumble
slowly dying, the great men and women sit in debris
so much blood shed, in the land of the free

[The Toy Soldier]

Not sure where I was really going with this, just felt like writing. I kind of look at it as more of a poem with a slower flow.

I remember back to the day when the planes hit the towers
so much human life lost, in just a few hours
third slammed into the rear side of the pentagon
and it wasn't long, until some claimed it was a bomb
hundreds of heroes go in, destined to never return
rushing forward, as the towers continues to burn
such a hatred for the land of the free, and the home of the brave
one mans plan to send three thousand more people to the grave
a call to a loved one, from the fourth plane
it's been hi-jacked my love, I've been stabbed and I'm in pain
but know that I love you and I won't make it through,
what has to be done, what they're about to do
the plane must go down, to save all the others
I won't let them take the life, of any more of my brothers
the plane went down, burning up in the grassy meadow
there were no survivors, but they knew that from the get go
people jumped from the towers, to escape the fiery hell
thousands of feet down to their death they fell
climbing up the stairs, hero's in heavy suites
carrying a 100 pounds, and very heavy boots
a look of fear crosses a face, as there begins a rumble
down ever so fast, the towers begin to tumble
slowly dying, the great men and women sit in debris
so much blood shed, in the land of the free

in-fucking-credible man

[Robbie G]

Thanks man.

[noel]

well done, I love it!!

[The Toy Soldier]

Thanks man.

no need for thanks respect is earned

[Emadyville]

Like therapy to the ears