My heroes were born, on a September day.
As leaves, were falling, the sun was bright!
They entered a building, went out-of-sight.
Then, everything around me grew very still.
The things, that happened seemed so un-real!
The sky grew cloudy, the ashed fell.
I remember, that day, so very well!
Men and women, of different race,
faced danger, that day, but held their place.
They weren't famous or rich, were known by few.
Yet! Their courage was strong,
their will was too!
How can we "thank" them?
What can we say?
Be "proud" to be American....
Remember, that day!
Amen: