911 Building Tomorrow

The world is sleeping now, hear the noises in the night?
Welcome to New York City, this will not be her plight!
Nine One One and several years have gotten by,
people still remember and also wonder why?
Why such a tragedy on that terrible day?
Nothing good came from it, but this city's will to stay!
That eventful day etched in everybody's head,
we can build tomorrow, but can't bring back the dead.
[From the ashes of yesterday, like a Phoenix rise,
this is New York City, our heads are still held high.
All of that which was brought down, is now touching skies
here in New York City our spirit never dies!]
Tears still shed for people many never knew,
if it weren't for geography, it could've been me or you.
The lives of many lost trying to save another,
selfless in their acts, the keepers of their brother.
A memorial has been built, enshrinement at ground zero,
to honor those who lost their lives where everyone's a hero.
Those who made this possible are counted among the living,
they're what makes this nation great, they're selfless in their giving.
Local Iron Unions walking Iron in the sky,
building again what their fathers built, iron will just won't die!
They have given loved ones a place where they can mourn,
reflections bittersweet: as some left children not yet born.
Those who weren't recovered, rest here in hallowed ground,
tomorrow's being built right here where it all went down.
Those who lost their lives here, would've wanted it this way,
to know they'd rise again on the ashes of yesterday.
[From the ashes of yesterday like a Phoenix rise,
this is New York City, our heads are still held high.
All of that which was brought down, is now touching skies,
here in New York City,our spirit never dies!]
Thousands of lives were lost that day, and many changed forever,
blind hatred can't keep us down, their souls are crying never!
A radical took religion, bent it to his evil ways,
no good comes from radical, a message to convey.
In the case of this, insane hatred is now gone,
but look at New York City, how she still carries on!
[On the ashes of yesterday, like a Phoenix rise,
the city that doesn't sleep at night, and buildings kiss the skies.
Here in New York City our heads are still held high,
look at how we carry on, our spirit never dies!]
R.A Jordan