REBECCA S. GREYEAGLE
ONE BRAVE FIREMAN
A gleaming Silver Bird crashes into a tower reaching to the Heavens
A second gleaming silver bird crashes into the Twin tower,
Flames, and smoke, and glass and steel fall from the sky
Towering columns of black smoke the reveal the face of Evil,
Down below, in the streets of Manhattan,
chaos and confusion reign supreme.
Ash, dirt, tears and blood, hurt and injured they cry for help
Through the dark clouds of despair,
into the pain and suffering and hurting,
Men and Women wearing badges and suits of blue help those in need.
The Towers of the Twins ablaze like an evil terrible dream,
I see the face of Evil, innocent souls,
trapped and hurt, begging for help, alone and bleeding.
From steeds of bright red and chrome, yellow with flashing lights,
Men and women of all creeds alight. Into the doors of hell they go,
343 men and women, into Evil's home they go.
The Towers of Flame cannot stand, for fall they must,
fall into themselves in a tremendous cloud of dust.
Far below, those out that could be saved,
343 brave souls that their God's called home,
343 souls to help brighten his home.
343 brave firemen lost and gone, no more to answer helps urgent call.
343 brave firemen did not go home that day
342 brave firemen I did not know
1 brave fireman lives in my heart and in my soul
1 brave fireman would be there to welcome his sister home
1 brave fireman in my memory will remain
1 brave fireman answered that call and did not die in vain
1 brave fireman, my mother's brother, now in Heaven
Uncle Danny, Vaya Con Dios mi Tio, Vaya Con Dios
Your loving niece
Becky