On this anniversary of Nine-Eleven,
On a day that is riddled in pain,
Before friends and my brethren and my God in heaven,
I give you these gifts to maintain.
A prayer for each innocent taken,
A lament for every hero lost,
A tear for the fragile peace forsaken,
Paid at their own family's cost.
A shoulder for every survivor's anguish,
A hand for those languid in fear,
A praise for each bravery distinquished,
By samaritans who happened by near.
A song for each fallen, remembered,
A clarion to answer their call,
A sword that is forged in its ember,
And a cross that no others may fall.
A warrior who offers his service,
A youth who now rise in defense,
A nation now given a purpose,
Knowing neglect's consequence.
A tempest for those who malign us,
A zephyr for those we call friend,
A candle for all who endures these dark times,
That this evil will one day soon end.
A hope that will be everlasting,
A peace that will one day remain,
A pride in just being American, seeing
That love of life is our sovereign domain.
So on this anniversary of Nine-Eleven,
And the ten years that has traveled on by,
I promise their children and our God in heaven,
that the memory of this day will not die.


