As I heard their last goodbye
As I felt my foundation shake
As the earth beneath began to quake
As I watched my skies grow black
In your cowardly and vicious attack
As my people bowed down in pain
And gallantly toiled in dust and rain
As I heard them as they prayed
As I watched their bodies laid
In their final resting place
A tear streamed down my tired face
My people call me Miss Liberty
Our synbol that our nation's free
I look out across our purpled plain
As it sways in a gentle rain
In God We Trust to keep us free
And as we bow upon our knee
We promise you that you will pay
For your madness on that day
Although we're bowed even you can see
Our people rising AND WE ARE FREE
Juanita September 16, 2001
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