> > Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
> >
> > Two thousand one, nine eleven
> > Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
> > As they pass through the gate,
> > Thousands more appear in wait
> >
> > A bearded man with stovepipe hat
> > Steps forward saying,
> > "Lets sit, lets chat"
> >
> > They settle down in seats of clouds
> > A man named Martin shouts out proud
> > "I have a dream!" and once he did
> > The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
> >
> > Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
> > Others in khaki, and green then say
> > "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
> > The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
> >
> > From a man on sticks one could hear
> > "The only thing we have to fear.
> > The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
> > trust us sir, we've passed that test."
> >
> > "Courage doesn't hide in caves
> > You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
> > The Newcomers had heard this voice before
> > A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
> >
> > A silence fell within the mist
> > Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
> > Meant time had come for her to say
> > What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
> >
> > "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
> > Watched our children play in sports
> > Worked our gardens, sang our songs
> > Went to church and clipped coupons
> >
> > We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
> > Unlike you, great we're not"
> >
> > The tall man in the stovepipe hat
> > Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
> > Look at your country, look and see
> > You died for freedom, just like me"
> >
> > Then, before them all appeared a scene
> > Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
> > Death, destruction, smoke and dust
> > And people working just 'cause they must
> >
> > Hauling ash, lifting stones,
> > Knee deep in hell
> > But not alone
> >
> > "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
> > Side by side helping their fellow man!"
> > So said Martin, as he watched the scene
> > "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
> >
> > Down below three firemen raised
> > The colors high into ashen haze
> > The soldiers above had seen it before
> > On Iwo Jima back in '44
> >
> > The man on sticks studied everything closely
> > Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
> > "I see pain, I see tears,
> > I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
> >
> > "You left behind husbands and wives
> > Daughters and sons and so many lives
> > are suffering now because of this wrong
> > But look very closely. You're not really gone.
> >
> > All of those people, even those who've never met you
> > All of their lives, they'll never forget you
> > Don't you see what has happened?
> > Don't you see what you've done?
> > You've brought them together, together as one.
> >
> > With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
> > "Take my hand," and from there he led
> > five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
> > On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven