I was on Flight 93,
On my way to San Francisco,
When I died to keep you all free.

Four Al-Qaeda from what I could see,
They tried to take over but we told them no,
I was on Flight 93.

We landed among the company of trees,
Fort-four perished in the fiery glow,
When I died to keep you all free.

Where I died, there’s a memorial for me.
A beautiful place where the wind can blow.
I was on Flight 93,
When I died to set you all free.