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Here Cometh the War
A cold autumn morn
a baby is born
and joy flows throughout the land
oh what joy
when this baby boy
outstretched his hand
come with me
his eyes said
and though he so small
seems to do nothing at all
he protects us from the fall...
On a cold autumn morn
the sun rose without sound
nothing at all
seemed to fault
until the tower went down
one single plane
took it all away
once more our freedom is under attack...
On a cold autumn morn
a mother gave birth
and showed love through her eyes and arms
new to this world
her baby so small and so bold
facing a world so old
grasped at her heart
as he took hold of her hand
and in her mind she watched his future unfold...
On a cold autumn morn
everone awoke to the norm
until moment later their lives begin to shatter
a second plane goes down
breaking the silence of sound
scattering debris over freedoms home
equality now unsure
man to man
the start of war
now the future becomes a blur...
On a cold autumn morn
a boy and a girl
greet a newly born child
unaware of the world
except for a boy
and the glittery gleam in his eyes
wanting to hold him and shelter him with warmth
oh how love shone through the room...
On a cold autumn morn
the Earth shattered in turns
as our great nation received a curse
two towers down
the pentagon found
in peices on the street
tears in a flow
flood the rivers of every heart
man against a faceless beast
families torn apart
crowds gather
strangers embrace
as they greet the masses that scatter...
On a cold autumn morn
one little girl
wonders why
mommy and daddy gather
as their eyes tear
and their supermen seem to shatter.
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