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    Hey folks! Wanted to share something special with all my friends here at FH.com.
    Last night I went to a program at my daughter's elementary school. It was their tribute to the heroes and victims of the 9-11 attacks. They sang patriotic songs in beautiful, if slightly off-key voices, and read essays on why they were proud to be Americans. Throughout the program there was a slide show running pics from WTC and around the world. They asked any local police officers and firefighters to take the stage (rousing round of applause) for us to show our appreciation for what they do. It was a very sweet and touching program. Then, the music teacher, who happens to be a friend of mine, introduced another friend of his-a local singer/songwriter. She had written a song, recorded it on CD, and is donating 100% of the proceeds to the Widows and Children's Fund for NY police officers and firefighters killed in the tragedy.
    The words and music will rip your heart out, the bagpipes at the end are haunting. There wasn't a dry eye in the place when she sang it, with the slide show in the background and all the little voices singing along. Grown men with tears running silently down their faces...people who didn't know each other before that night wre holding hands and hugging. It was beautiful.
    I wish each of you could have been there. Instead, I thought I'd share the song with you...

    THERE ARE NO WORDS by Kitty Donohoe

    There are no words there is no song
    There is no balm that can heal these wounds
    that will last a lifetime long
    And when the stars have burned to dust
    Hand in hand we still will stand because we must

    In one single hour in one single day
    We were changed forever something taken away
    And there is no fire that can melt this heavy stone
    That can bring back the voices and the spirits of our own

    All the brothers all the lovers all the friends that are gone
    All the chairs that will be empty in the lives that will go on
    Can we ever forgive though we never will forget
    Can we believe in the milk of human goodness yet

    We were forged in freedom we were born in liberty
    we came here to stop the twisted arrows cast by tyranny
    And we won't bow down we are stong of heart
    We are a chain together that won't be pulled apart

    There are no words there is no song
    There is no balm that can heal these wounds that will last a lifetime long
    And when the stars have burned to dust
    Hand in hand we still will stand because we must
    Pepper

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