The day started as normal. A blue a sky as I have ever seen.
Little did we know, or could even imagine, this day would ever ring.
As a day that changed the skies. The day we all stopped flying.
The skies changed that day. It changed the way,
We looked at a skyscraper, crowded places and lite smokey vapers.
The day we all looked toward heaven; 2001 September 11.
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