Someday this dormant patriot
will be forced out into the world...
We are not subjects.
We are not ruled...
So valiant was our fight, so glorious the strife...
A place once of beauty
a palace like no other...
Bow your head
respect those who are dead...
The poem begins a reminder,
of where we are today...
At 8:46 am a plane hit
The north tower...
America is my mother
and yet i don't know his habits...
It's seen the birth of many states
It's served us well in many wars...
The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass...
The cold shadows of eve
A new winters fall...
It was 9 am rung the church bell nobody new the...