It's been years already
Since that September
so many years already
As we look back and remember
A warm sunny day
that began like a kiss
And ended in tears
for all those we miss
Years since Guiliani became
The countries mayor
And so many Police and Firemen
Became hero's beyond compare
since Great Britain played our national anthem
in Buckingham square
to remind us we are not alone
in the grief that we bear
since a nation
turned to God in prayer
and we told all those we love
just how much we care
since we lit candles
in the depths of despair
and congress sang "God Bless America"
on the capital stairs
since we marveled at
courage so inspiring and rare
and "bucket-brigades" worked night after night
beneath the halogen glare
since we discovered
we all have something to share
And red, white and blue
seemed to blossom from everywhere
since we all forgot about
"who wants to marry a millionaire?"
and we longed for those days of
Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
It's been years since the world awoke
to that September air
when the bonds of affection
that each of us share
gave us proof through the night,
of why Our Flag... is still there.
Since that September
so many years already
As we look back and remember
A warm sunny day
that began like a kiss
And ended in tears
for all those we miss
Years since Guiliani became
The countries mayor
And so many Police and Firemen
Became hero's beyond compare
since Great Britain played our national anthem
in Buckingham square
to remind us we are not alone
in the grief that we bear
since a nation
turned to God in prayer
and we told all those we love
just how much we care
since we lit candles
in the depths of despair
and congress sang "God Bless America"
on the capital stairs
since we marveled at
courage so inspiring and rare
and "bucket-brigades" worked night after night
beneath the halogen glare
since we discovered
we all have something to share
And red, white and blue
seemed to blossom from everywhere
since we all forgot about
"who wants to marry a millionaire?"
and we longed for those days of
Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
It's been years since the world awoke
to that September air
when the bonds of affection
that each of us share
gave us proof through the night,
of why Our Flag... is still there.
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