A fire burns beneath our bare feet and we take our time to cross the embers. Smoke clouds eradicating our sight but still we keep breathing with our broken, bruised lungs. We still sing what must be sung. And we remember back to when we lay on the grass, watching as the buildings fell. Were we fools or were we cowards?
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