Keeping Thy Gentle Warriors Safe©
On ground zero stands a weeping willow tree,
it wept that day forward for the world to see.
This tree will help those angels sleep,
and bless their souls for The Lord to keep.
With them He shall abide,
from the day the flowers cried.
Sleep gentle warriors sleep,
you'll be rewarded don't(you) weep!
Till our death is nigh,
till our body is dust.
Till the sky no longer can cry,
till the clouds turn to rust:
We Will Mourn You,Mourn You,Mourn You!
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