Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less Chapter 64 HERE IN AMERICA click here if song fails to play in 6 seconds Click Here for Music Video of this song On a beautiful summer mornin' along a bridge headin' into Brooklyn I saw Satan strike like lightnin', gapin' hole, black smoke risin' And, later as a second tower fell, my heart died an' woke up in hell “Oh my God, Allah, Jesus, Adonai, we're forsaken”          Could never have imagined in any way, there'd ever be a day like that day          Here in America, here in America, here in America, here in America From ashen dust of sin's destruction reached out hands united in action Losers, winners, saints an' sinners, every believer, every doubter an' every faction A homeless man gave all he had, three crumpled bills to purchase water For a weepin' Wall Street broker who couldn't find an only daughter Relief poured in from all around, every state, every nation And I felt honored just to be numbered in a race called “human being” An' though I seldom ever pray, I found myself on my knees that day Thankin' God I live here in America          Could never have imagined in any way, I'd be so proud to say          I live here in America, here in America, here in America * * For my friend Alex, of Brooklyn, New York, who was on the bridge, September 11th, 2001, when the first tower was struck. Click Here to Go Back to Contents Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Richard Aberdeen. Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Freedom Tracks Records. ( including from several earlier copyrights ) No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author. For inquiries, please contact Freedom Tracks Records.  The essays entitled Revolution and Revolution ~ Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced and distributed as desired.