by Roberta Fox

A voice is calling
Down from the sky
A phone is ringing
To say goodbye
"We may not make it,
I love you all,
We're going to fight them."
Then silence falls.

Two buildings shatter
In plumes of flame
The dust is falling
Like Acid Rain
The buildings tremble
Then tumble down
Raining death
For blocks around

A voice is calling
From far beneath
"I'm still breathing,
Please come find me."
Then weary arms
But willing hands
Lift broken steel
And find that man

A silver missle
Has come to rest
Within the circles
Where Eagle nest
A fire bloomed
High on the hill
The walls were burning
They smolder still

But soon the Eagles
Will start to rise
To hunt their prey
Of death and lies
And they'll find them
They can not hide
No coward can
From Eagles' eyes

Yes for a moment
Our world stood still
But we didn't break
We never will
We'll just remember
With pain and pride
This day when hearts
And Eagles cried