America's Voice

As I walked along the rubble in a dream so far away, I heard voices calling me, the voice was calling my name. I listened very carefully and in a quiet voice it spoke...It spoke of all the things it's seen, all the stories yet untold, and as these things unfolded there before my eyes, the voice slowly changed voices many different times.

When I finally got the time to ask the voice its name it said, "I am the voices of all the men, women, and children who died that awful day. I want to tell my story to anyone who will hear. I want you to know the tragedies that happened that day here. I bid the voices a sad goodbye, and kept myself walking, thinking about that day.

As I walked, the path was changed to red, white, and blue, with stars and stripes, and blood and tears too. My name is America, and I wanted you to know, we were struck very tragically, but our fears will not show. The death tolls are high, the time is drawing near...where will you be when your country needs you there? As I finished my walk, a tear ran down my cheek. I woke to find my country stronger on bended knee.