September 11, 2001
The Day America Cried
As A Nation
THERE IS AN EAGLE
We are not strangers, To a battle
We know that freedom, Has a cost
We may be bloodied, But we're unbroken
Despite the darkness, We are not lost
For there's an eagle, high above the ashes
Close by the flag we are fighting for
There's a brave new spirit in America
United forevermore
We turn to God, For strength and comfort
To hold us closer, Than we've ever been
We pray for guidance, Through the tempest
Then we see, A sign from him
There's an eagle, high above the ashes
Close by the flag we're fighting for
There's a brave new spirit in America
United forevermore
The eagle's soaring higher
Than he ever did before
As he leads our fallen heroes
Straight through heaven's door
There's an eagle, high above the ashes
Close by the flag we're fighting for
There's a brave new spirit in America
United forevermore
Author and Artist
© 9/16/2001 Steve Vaus
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TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN!
Two thousand one, nine eleven,
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat,
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat".
They settle down in seats of clouds,
A man named Martin shouts out proud,
"I have a dream!" and once he did,
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives.
" Groups of soldiers in blue and gray,
Others in khaki, and green then say,
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine",
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
>From a man on sticks one could hear, "
The only thing we have to fear.
" The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves,
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before,
A distinct Yankees twang
from Hyannisport shores.
A silence fell within the mist,
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say,
What was in the hearts of the
five thousand plus that day.
Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports.
Worked our gardens, sang our songs,
Went to church and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed,
we cried, we fought;
Unlike you, great we're not.
" The tall man in the stovepipe
hat Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see,
You died for freedom, just like me.
" Then, before them all appeared a scene,
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams.
Death, destruction, smoke and dust,
And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone.
"Look!
Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman,
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene,
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised,
The colors high into ashen haze.
The soldiers above had seen it before,
On Iwo Jima back in '44.
The man on sticks studied everything closely,
Then shared his perceptions
on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow -
but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives,
Daughters and sons and so many lives,
are suffering now because of this wrong,
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people,
even those who've never met you,
All of their lives, they'll never forget you.
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done? Y
ou've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said,
"Take my hand," and from there he led;
Five thousand plus heroes,
Newcomers to heaven,
On this day,
TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN!
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