Last Hope

On that tragic day of nine-eleven,
Three thousand lives lost on earth,
gained in heaven

Many of us were going on with our days,
Living our lives in our own selfish ways

The terrorists had a plan,
To kill as many Americans as they can

With Flight 11, 175, and 177,
They struck the World Trade Center
and the Pentagon, shaking the heavens

There was terror in the streets and in our homes,
Buildings falling, blood, remains, and broken bones

Just as we thought the terrorists
had successfully completed their plans,
There was one last hope, one final stand

Flight 93 was on it's course,
When the terrorists tried to take over
with barbaric force,

Forty passengers and crew on that flight,
The strangers bonded together and decided to fight

Knowing that death would be their final fate,
They gathered, they fought for the
freedom of the United States

Stopping the terrorists from reaching their
intended destination,
They won the first fight,
it didn't break the heart of our nation

The battle ended in the fields of Shankesville, Pennsylvania,
The word Allah, nor fear of death could tame them

True heroes are the passengers and crew of Flight 93,
A symbol of America, The Land of the Free!

Dedicated in loving memory of my dear sister Nicole Carol Miller, hero of UAL #93 and all others that lost their lives on 9-11.

By Tiffney Miller