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The morning begins like any other day the sun is shining in a crystal blue sky. We drag out of bed throw water on our face look in the fridge for some eggs to fry.

Yell to the kids “Hey, you’d better get up’ you gotta get your breakfast and don’t be late for the bus Then walk outside get the paper and the kids fight for the comics and make such a fuss.

A quick hug and the kids are off to school we dress in a hurry, give each other a pat. Start the car leave it running in the drive. Run back to the house to feed the cat.

Drive through traffic without seeing a face thinking about the day and what we need to do then turn on the radio and tune in the news and our world changes forever because ...

out of the blue..comes a jet engine’s scream and everything changes for our American dream. In a blast of flames and a crash of glass a thousand lives are gone in a 3 second blast.

Out of the blue, how high it can fly I’ve thought a plane so lovely as it soars through the sky.

But who would have dreamed no one ever really knew that such horror and pain could come out of the blue

We get to work, we’re in a daze a TV’s on and we sit to see. What we watch is beyond belief, It’s a nightmare, it just cannot be.

No one moves, they only sit and stare as buildings dissolve into smoke and dust. Our hearts go down with every floor as if it’s our children, as if it’s us.

The day goes by and we still can’t believe with every rerun we hope we’re in a dream and when we wake it will be OK and we won’t remember what we’ve seen.

But it just gets worse and we go to our car. We sit and don’t know what to do and we look around everyone’s doing the same Like we’ve all been struck....

.. out of the blue, and we’ll never be the same and everything changes with a crash of those planes. We look extra hard on all the people that we love and think of all that we’ve lost with a strike from above.

Out of the blue, how high it can fly I’ve thought a plane so lovely as it soars through the sky.

But who would have dreamed no one ever really knew that such horror and pain could come out of the blue.