Lex Zaleta. No Place Like Home. Twin Towers Of Strength. Zeneszám

Death flashed out of the skies,
Fueled by terrorists telling lies,
A fireball searing our eyes,
Burning deep into our brains.
One hundred and ten stories later,
Our world was an incinerator;
The crematorium and its creator,
Crashed and scattered love's last remains.

Hate can break up steel and stone,
Hate can bury flesh and bone,
Hate can turn backyards into battle zones.
Hate can beat us down and make us feel all
alone.

This had to be our darkest flight,
But we broke through the blackest night,
And by the dawn's early light,
We beheld a calm, reassuring sight.

Our God and our family, and
Our country 'tis of thee;
These towers of strength were
Still standing for you and me.
These towers of strength were
Still standing for you and me.

Our God and our family, and
Our country 'tis of thee;
These towers of strength were

Still standing for you and me.

Hate can break up steel and stone,
Hate can bury flesh and bone,
Turn backyards into battle zones,
But no American ever has to stand
alone.
No American ever has to stand
alone.

Our God and our family, and
Our country 'tis of thee;
These towers of strength are
Still standing for you and me.

Our God and our family, and
Our country 'tis of thee;
These towers of strength are
Still standing for you and me.
These towers of strength are
Still standing for you and me.

That's why no American ever has to stand
alone.
That's why no American ever has to stand
alone.