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Looking Forward (9/11)
As night fall,
they slowly plan.
Of bloody streets,
and terror ran.
Nothing said,
hearts beating fast.
Nothing done,
how long it lasts.
Morning comes,
the sunrise high.
Mourning comes,
as many lie.
Fire high,
spirits low.
Unexpected,
starts to show.
Pitiful attempt,
cowardly act.
We are strong.
We will come back.
Land of the free,
home of the brave.
Always look forward,
to each new day.
