live with your hand over your heart and your memories on your sleeve
Crystal visions were whisked away,
One silent moment when we held our breaths,
Hearing the news, as my thoughts were consumed with sadness,
My heart burned for a reason I was yet to know,
The red, white, and blue wipes away
Smoke stained teardrops,
Our thoughts dry from crying, our eyes red and weak,
And through the smoke stained teardrops,
We will stand... again.