I remember like it was yesterday
just another day at school
the lives of little boys and girls not knowing what to do....
...my mother was in the building on one of the top floors
i remember hearing of what had happened and knew that god had open doors
i never got to say good bye to her i must have to admit
the sound of her voice calling my name disappears bit by bit
and when ever i do hear her the voice just rings in my ear
i recall running to-wards the door to remembering shes not there
the warmth of her embrace is what i miss the most
the feeling of her with me and being in the presences of a ghost
i still walk by it every single day
and the image of the sound tend to replay
the sounds of the plains and the crashes to the ground
makes my walk a whole lot harder with my head facing down
the image of her features
and every outline of her face
is what haunts my the most of that specific place
its been 5 yrs since that 9/11 day
and the knowledge of her gone never fades away
but i hold my head high to know shes looking down on me
and to know she is in heaven and is set out to be free
