I wrote this in 2004 as a bit of personal therapy.
Living with Holes in the Air
It was a morning like any other
The day started out most fair
Four planes full of friends fell out of the sky
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
T’was just before nine, Eastern Daylight Time
I sat in my office chair.
“Come quick,” someone said, “The tower’s on fire.”
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
Helpless we stood and unknowing we watched
Smoke rising into the air.
“Just what happened?” “I heard it was a plane.”
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
The second plane hit, a fresh burst of fire
And all we could do was stare
“Can we help?” “It’s too far.” “What can we do?”
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
Then came the word, the Pentagon’s been hit.
It’s really too much to bear.
We’re under attack, no way to strike back.
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
Heroes rushed in as workers rushed out
Save lives, was their only care.
They just went to work and never came home.
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
In a plane to the west, men cried “Let’s Roll!”
Free men refuse to despair.
They chose to save others, not die like sheep.
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
A great roaring sound, tower two came down.
Quickly, we offered a prayer.
Tragedy not done, down came tower one.
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
We lost Battalion Chief Mike, the brave.
Beautiful Barbara, fair
Still in our hearts, they died as they lived
Now we’re living with holes in the air.
In with the ping. 
WWG1WGA
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)