Jeg vil i stedet sætte Bruce Springsteen på og høre sangen "My City of Ruins" fra det fantastiske "The Rising"-album som The Boss skrev umiddelbart efter angrebene, mens sangen kører vil jeg i mit stille sind håbe at mange af de efterladte efterhånden er kommet videre og ikke længere hænger håbløst fast i fortiden, men ære de døde ved at leve videre.
Sangen blev også fremført ved det store "America - A Tribute to Heroes" tv-show og kan ses her på Youtube.Det skal ikke være nogen hemmelighed at jeg ikke bryder mig om markeringen af dagen, ikke fordi jeg er bange for at nogen prøver at highjacke den til at fremme en eller anden politisk dagsorden, men fordi jeg finder det en anelse meningsløst at give terroren denne opmærksomhed. Verden skal aldrig glemme havd der skete, men vi skal heller ikke dvæle ved fortiden, men se fremad.
"Theres a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church doors blown open
I can hear the organs song
But the congregations gone My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet veils of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves
The boarded up windows
The hustlers and thieves
While my brothers down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Now theres tears on the pillow
Darling where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Now tell me how do I begin again?
My citys in ruins
My citys in ruins
Now with these hands I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Rise up!
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church doors blown open
I can hear the organs song
But the congregations gone My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet veils of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves
The boarded up windows
The hustlers and thieves
While my brothers down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Now theres tears on the pillow
Darling where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Now tell me how do I begin again?
My citys in ruins
My citys in ruins
Now with these hands I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Rise up!
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