Flight 93

Flight 93 by: J. Crafton 9/ 12/ 2001

On a day, just like any...In a town, no place special
They wander among us with the troubles of life.
But something down deep in their soul is so different,
When one in a thousand would help stop a flight

How do you know you'll be touched by a hero
How can you know when they’ll give up their lives
They're walking through subways, in the airports and on taxies.
And back in their homes they have children and wives.

Three that we know of and maybe some others
stood firm on that day when fate brought them to bare.
in a plane under siege...freshly west out of Jersey
on a blue autumn morning, in the sunny clear air
We’re told of a people and the things they were doin
of souls filled with hatred among them this day
Of a miss-guided concert and a plan bent on ruin
an of loved ones who had warned them of the harm in their way

Thanks to these men there are children with parents
and thanks to these three there are men who still lead
and thanks to these men there was no time on target
in a land borne in freedom they’d never concede

And something welled up in these men borne in freedom
where difference is armor we wear like a shield
from an ancestry young of a Patriots pocket
three that we know of refused now to yield
and there’s no way of tellin but the scar in the hillside
the battle they waged or the part that they play
but long into memory of all men who love freedom
we'll think of them fondly
their bravery... their day

And thanks to these men there are children with parents
and thanks to these three there are men who still lead
and thanks to these men there was no time on target
in a land borne in freedom from Flight 93.