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An ordinary Tuesday morning
Before they struck without warning
And no one has laid any claim
But we’ll find them, just the same
For the first time in my life
The skies are empty
Silence, in the wake of tragedy
The skies may be empty, but not the air
Filled with shock, awe, pain, anger, and despair
But also with heroism and patriotism
The unification of our nation, under God
We’ve lost many; a brother, sister, mother
father, son, daughter, or friend
But we will see this through to the end
Though wrong, I long for some retribution
And an upholding of our constitution
As a million emotions flow freely
With the loss of so many
I thank God for his precious gift of life
And vow to live my time to its fullest
Because you never know
When you will be called home
I pray for those now left behind
Be they friend or foe
For we know not God’s design
Yet we know He’s in control
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