I remember exactly where I was…
When tragedy strikes hard, it’s what one does.
The morning was lovely in NYC
Without any hint of what was to be.
The memories remain a bit surreal…
All those lives shattered like the twisted steel.
I remember exactly where I was…
When tragedy strikes hard, it’s what one does.
The morning was lovely in NYC
Without any hint of what was to be.
The memories remain a bit surreal…
All those lives shattered like the twisted steel.