SpinnerBait_Nut
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Two thousand one, nine eleven<br /> Three thousand plus arrive in heaven<br /> As they pass through the gate,<br /> Thousands more appear in wait<br /> A bearded man with stovepipe hat<br /> Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"<br /> <br /> They settle down in seats of clouds<br /> A man named Martin shouts out proud<br /> "I have a dream!" and once he did<br /> The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."<br /><br /> Groups of soldiers in blue and gray<br /> Others in khaki, and green then say<br /> "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"<br /> The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."<br /> <br /> From a man on sticks one could hear<br /> "The only thing we have to fear.<br /> The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,<br /> trust us sir, we've passed that test."<br /> <br /> "Courage doesn't hide in caves<br /> You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"<br /> The Newcomers had heard this voice before<br /> A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores<br /><br /> A silence fell within the mist<br /> Somehow the Newcomer knew that this<br /> Meant time had come for her to say<br /> What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus<br /> that day<br /> <br /> "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,<br /> Watched our children play in sports<br /> Worked our gardens, sang our songs<br /> Went to church and clipped coupons<br /> We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought<br /> Unlike you, great we're not"<br /> <br /> The tall man in the stovepipe hat<br /> Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!<br /> Look at your country, look and see<br /> You died for freedom, just like me"<br /><br /> Then, before them all appeared a scene<br /> Of rubbled streets and twisted beams<br /> Death, destruction, smoke and dust<br /> And people working just 'cause they must<br /><br /> Hauling ash, lifting stones,<br /> Knee deep in hell, but not alone<br /> "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman<br /> Side by side helping their fellow man!"<br /> <br /> So said Martin, as he watched the scene<br /> "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."<br /><br /> Down below three firemen raised<br /> The colors high into ashen haze<br /> The soldiers above had seen it before<br /> On Iwo Jima back in '44<br /><br /> The man on sticks studied everything closely<br /> Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly<br /> "I see pain, I see tears,<br /> I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear."<br /> <br /> "You left behind husbands and wives<br /> Daughters and sons and so many lives<br /> are suffering now because of this wrong<br /> But look very closely. You're not really gone.<br /><br /> All of those people, even those who've never met you<br /> All of their lives, they'll never forget you<br /> Don't you see what has happened?<br /> Don't you see what you've done?<br /> You've brought them together, together as one.<br /><br /> With that the man in the stovepipe hat said<br /> "Take my hand," and from there he led<br /> three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven<br /> On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven<br /><br />Gone but not forgotten.
