Her silence sang above her father's grave
As she swallowed her sorrow,
Trying to look strong
Her knees began to shake
Her voice began to quiver
Her heart was underground
Along with her hero's, nearby
The hero was watching his child
His child was longing to watch him
The hero longed to wipe the tears
The tears longed to be wiped
The empty hands wanted to grasp
Grasp the moment and kill it
Slay the fury, the innocent rage
For now the once bare grave
Is traded with the man who died to save
And what he saved stood watching
Watching her saviour be buried
All she heard was his voice in her ear
That sweet lovely sound
That was now buried underground
Dedicated to all those who died on September 11th...
