The end of our innocence
Was seen in twisted steel,
In shattered glass and hearts
Of those who cannot feel.
What tainted mind could
Ever dream of this?
What dark heart would
Ever make it real?
Our hopes and dreams drown
As a mourning nation cries,
From sea to salty sea
Tears run from every eye.
How can we recover
from this loss?
How can our hearts
Begin to heal?
Together we must stand,
For they want us to fall.
And even through this tragedy
America stands tall.
Heather E. Armstrong
Copyright ©2007 Heather E. Armstrong
