THE "LEGACY"

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 held their posts so well
standing there in the darkness, until the towers fell

And 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 about 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 the 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)