For the men who cried and died on 9-ll,

whose son was only seven,

The planes that crashed and burst into flames,

Oh how it was such a shame,

Then came down the ashes,

As the second tower crashes,

The Pentagon they reached,

The walls and trust they breached,

Lives were spared,

All of America cared,

The buildings were burning,

Our stomachs were churning,

Many were killed,

But few of their graves were filled.
We all pitty,

On the event that happened in New York City.