September eleven, two thousand and one
the day we lost our daughters, the day we lost our sons
in three separate acts of terror
or murder most would say
our lives were changed forever, upon that fateful day

The heroes they were plenty
some names we'll never know
they stood there in the stairwells
showing people where to go
the men and women of New York
they held their posts so well
standing there in the darkness, until the towers fell

While other men were on a plane
fighting for our lives
some of them picked up their phones
and called their loving wives
to tell them that they loved them and to say goodbye
for the deck was stacked against them
and surely they would die

And in the Pentagon in Washington
just going bout' their lives
hundreds more just did their jobs
not knowing they would die
now their memories will not leave us
they did not die in vain
we always will remember
we'll always feel the pain

On September eleventh, the year two thousand and one
the day we lost our daughters, the day we lost our sons
in three separate acts of terror
or murder most would say
our lives were changed forever
upon that fateful day

(Written by Doug Champagne  -  Copyright 2001)