The Day Miss Liberty Cried

On a bright sunlit morn. September, eleven,two thousand one.

She was standing tall and graceful her torch of freedom held high for all the world to see.

That was representing America. The home of the brave and free.

She didn't see them coming~~

Devils from foreign source.Ones that had come to destroy all she stood for.

Was she angry?  Yes, of course.

She had welcomed many of their ancestors. Our country gave them a chance to be free.

Now to be paid with destruction, she was angry indeed.

As the planes exploded, and towers crumbled into a fiery crash.

Fumes smoke, and gaseous fumes filled the air.

Turning the sunlit morning into a darken night. With all the soot and ash.

She had to watch it all as American Heros died.

September,eleven, two thousand and one.

The Day Miss Liberty Cried