SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 VICTIMS This site is dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001 tragedy.

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WHEN AMERICA CALLED

I awoke this morning with terror in my heart.
I reach beside me and feel you’re gone.
I race up and down the halls calling your name,
but you do not answer my call.
My heart begins to race, and the tears begin to fall;
I remember that I lost you when America called

Flash backs come falling so fast.
I look and remember with a smile your graduation day,
Oh how you swelled with pride as you wore your uniform.
You said you wanted to help those in need,
to give a little of yourself with American pride.

Then the day came, when sitting together
watching in horror as our world fell apart
the phone rang. They said you were needed.
I cried as you walked out that door, the kiss you left behind.

As day became night, and I fell asleep
wondering if you were safe,
I had a dream of you standing there all in angel’s white
As you comforted me and told me to go on, one last gentle kiss before you left me.

In the distance, I hear a knock.
I do not want to answer for I know the news
they have come to tell me, you have gone.
I listen in a blur as I hear the words
Ma'am were sorry, but he is gone

The tears begin to trickle, and I remember your last kiss.
When America Called.

For the wives left behind to pick up the pieces of the September 11 tragedy.

© 2001-2002 Alex Spektor, www.september11victims.com