My daughter awoke on that September 11th morn
To dress in her flight attendants uniform
And Pinned her wings upon the pressed collar
Which signified, when in danger she would proceed with valor

In Blue skies within the thundering engines roar, routine was shaken by the piercing 4 bell alarm above the door
Forever dreaded by even the fiercest civil servant's duty sworn
News across the nation began unbelievable reports of planes undetected careened out of control
Many stood guard , keeping fear at bay
Standing with each other with a hand upon courage

My daughter, arrived safely at the Boston airport
how she had traded a scheduled with a fellow co-worker
Called home to calm the terror amid the incoming news reports

Yes the other daughter on flight attendant duty
was missing on the crashed airbus amid the fiery fray
After the wreckage had cooled, making identity a grim task amid the remains
A golden shinning metal with the name etched within the charred wings
the only piece of one's surviving identity
Was tenderly placed into a grieving father's hands that clutched so tenderly to memories
Returning his daughter precious, golden, wings.
And we who watched will never forget your face
Remembering the wreckage that we escaped

Yes, these golden wings will carry on the mission at hand
Giving us a freedom legacy to comprehend
When sorrow is mixed with grace
There is an anchor that we can trace
To the value of this daughters  golden winged face


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