Once peaceful and pleasant,
Twin Towers were present,
In the middle of Manhattan Isle.
With a loud booming crash,
The Twin Towers were smashed,
And now littered the ground in pieces.
Kids mourning and weeping,
While workers were sweeping.
To find signs of life in the rubble.
People shaking and scared,
They wouldn't even dare,
To think what could possibly come next.
And now ten years later,
We stand even greater,
Knowing what a great horror it was.
Each day we get stronger,
And we're scared no longer,
Everyone, united one and all.

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