There are days I question
Why I survived 9/11?
There are days I wonder
What God has planned for me?
There are days I wish God had
taken me along with my friends that I lost
on 9/11
There are days I wish I could turn back the
clock to 9/11 and be able to have stopped
everything from happening
There are days I wake up and still can’t believe all that has happened
There are days I look at the New York
Skyline and expect to see the WTC, but of
course I don’t
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t
wish things could all go back to the way
they were before 9/11.