Thursday, September 11, 2008


A tear slowly rolls down my cheek
My breath is gone I cannot speak
Where is the love that should reside in hearts
What some are capable of has torn mine apart
Sadness enfolds me, there seems no relief
Frustration and anger at the lack of peace

America my country for which I have cried
We hold our flag high showing our pride
Strength finds me here and I must go on
I've remembered the words to my country's song
I dry my eyes and my head I raise
This is, "the land of the free and the home of the brave"

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