I might have been in 2nd grade,
But,I still remeber that devestating day,
Yes, the day when the plane hit that south tower,
When it hit in the early hour,
All ran in fear of their lives ,
But cried for their neighbers still locked inside,

No one could have predicted what happened next,
Another plane had just wrecked,
Into its twin the north tower it went,
Leaving both structures more than just bent,

When all were focused on the fires,
No one noticed that high flyer,
Coming down quick and finally crashed,
all of it happened in a flash.
right into the pentagon.
a little after the break of dawn.

but the fourth united 93
was hijacked like the others you see,
this time us americans fought back,
though they had weapons; what we lacked.
when they saw us getting brave
we flew faster to our grave
in that pennsylvaina field