Beams of Strength

On a sad September day
This country was attacked,
But what they fail to realize-
Our beams of strength are back…

We have never measured strength
By walls that tumble down,
Or ways to plot out evil fates
Of terror all around…

We are bold in simple ways
That they can't understand,
Like loving those unlike ourselves
And stretching out a hand.

Our towers fell that autumn day
But something else would rise,
The sleeping giant in ourselves
That towers toward the skies…

Yes, on a sad September day
This country was attacked…
But what they'll never comprehend-
Our beams of strength are back!
 

Sharon Frye