Survivors Part One

The man boarded Flight 11 on a common September morning
Never once thinking something would come not warning
Los Angeles was where he was going to be headed to
Then back home to his wife and son, just the age of two

He was soon to find out that this plane was commandeered
By hijackers from a foreign country, or so it appeared
Shaking, on his phone, he dialed the number to his house
He called his wife, who no longer would have a spouse

His wife picked up the phone, surprised it was him
All she heard was static, the reception was dim
His time was running out, he was panicked at the least
He had to tell her he loved he before he was desceased

“Hello, honey?? Are you there?” The nervous man screamed
He hoped he were out of this horrible hell, he dreamed
“Oh no! You’re breaking up, ::static:: I can’t hear you!”
The battery beeped low, the north tower in view

Looking at his wristwatch, it was fourteen of eight
With hope, this tragedy wouldn’t lead him to heaven’s gates
Shattered glass and large flames were all he could see next
Next thing he knew, he blacked out in the fallen objects

He woke up in the hospital just the next day
He was grateful to be living in this here USA
Grateful for only the minor bruises and cuts he had
While many are identifying bodies of their mom or dad