I’ve seen smoke on the battlefield, and I’ve watched good men go down. But that clear blue sky in September, still haunts me more than any battleground. Steel birds turned into daggers, those towers came crashing down. And with ‘em fell our brothers and sisters, their names carved deep in sacred ground. So raise a glass for the fallen, say a prayer for the brave, We’ll remember forever, this day of days. I marched through sand and fire, chasing ghosts across the sea. Carried the weight of that morning, like a chain that never set me free. Buried friends who survived the fire, but were lost in a foreign fight. Their laughter still rides the silence, I hear it when I close my eyes at night. So raise a glass for the fallen, say a prayer for the brave, We’ll remember forever, this day of days. Not for politics, not for pride, but for every soul that stood and died. From the towers to the desert sand, we carry their memory in this land. Raise a glass for the fallen, say a prayer for the brave, We’ll remember forever, this day of days… This day of days.
