Where were you that September day,

eleven years ago?

Do you remember what you felt

or is it all just a blur to you now?

Did you drop to your knees right there

and pray as you watched the smoke pour into the sky?

Or did you hold some stranger's hand

as you passed them on the street?

Maybe you can't remember what it was like that day

but you know it's always in your heart.

I see the kids holding flags to the sky

as they honor the people who died.

While they silently say a prayer,

for the kids who lost their parents that day,

a tear runs down my face as I stare

at the empty space

in that child's eyes.

Do you remember where in the world

you were,

when the story came on the radio?

Were you driving to work

or hugging your children goodbye

as they rushed off to school?

Can you remember the look on the faces of the people

you passed by on that day?

Did you even notice the tears

forming in their eyes?

I pray for the teachers who had to tell their kids

many people had died.

I see the flags strongly flapping in the wind,

full of pride and honor.

People are walking around

dressed in red, white, and blue,

while others are dressed all in black,

as they mourn for the people who were lost.

It's hard not to sit here and feel your heart ache

as you remember that day like it was yesterday.

Even though I was a kid then,

it's all clear as day.

So tonight as you peacefully fall asleep

try to remember what you felt the day

the world was no longer the same.

Do you remember it at all?

Or have you just forgotten...?