Where were you?

Where were you when the world stopped turning
that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of that black smoke
rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning
that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watching
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
The greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
8:46 a.m. American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the World Trade Center's North Tower.

9:03 a.m. United Airlines Flight 175 hit the South Tower

9:37 a.m. Another group of hijackers flew American Airlines Flight 77 into the Pentagon.

10:03 a.m. A fourth flight, United Airlines Flight 93, whose ultimate target was thought to be either the United States Capitol or White House, crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania after the passengers on board engaged in a fight with the hijackers.

I remember where I was that day. I will never forget. Destiny was just 5 months old. She was asleep beside me and I was watching tv. I remember that the program was interrupted with the news. I sat there in shock as I watched the news show such horrible scenes on the screen. I remember that after the pentagon was hit, I scooped Destiny up in my arms and slid to the floor. I cried and held her. I still cry now, as I think back to that day. I remember praying to God that death came quickly for those involved, praying that no one suffered in pain, praying for their loved ones-at home-watching just as I was, as the towers fell. I'm not ashamed to admit that I kept telling Destiny, over and over again, how sorry I was to have brought her into such a horrible world, full of violence and hate. And swearing that I would protect her from anything that came to harm her. My biggest fear was that what was happening in New York would make its way to our home state. I remember the panic-it was everywhere we turned. People were rushing out to gas stations-fighting over gas pumps. Our town ran out of gas for days. I remeber my husband calling from work, and me, sobbing into the phone, begging him to come hold and just hold us. I wanted to run away with my little family and just hide from it all. I kept wishing it was all a horrible dream. I still wish it had all been just a horrible dream. It is definitely a day I will NEVER forget.
Do you remember where you were that day?