FLIGHT 93.

He phoned his wife a wake up call

At Newark he boards the plane

She’d been up all night with the twelve week old

And Emmy is her name.

Flight 93 to San Francisco

That was the plane with nowhere to go.

He heard it from a passenger

The North Tower is in flames

Mobiles scream there’s a highjacker

And he wants to steal our dreams.

He gets through to his house

And he talks to his wife

Everybody is so calm

What can he do with his breakfast knife…

They’re gonna crash the plane

They’ve a suicide pact

We need to do the same!

“I love Emmy our daughter

I know you’ll take care of her

Whatever decisions you make in your life…

I need you to be happy”.

The flying bomb was taken down

By the greatest power of all

The power of love will always win

The evil cowards fall.