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My cousin, my brother, my friend
I heard you had an accident.
We received the news just after seven
that Friday night of nine eleven.
We were all so shocked, you were declared dead,
and ended up in an hospital bed.
The motorcycle, your helmet was smashed
Did you survive the terrible crash?
Praise to God, our Almighty Saviour on the throne,
miraculously you did not even break one bone.
He answered our prayers to keep you in His palm,
to strengthen our Faith and keep us calm.
Still we haven't seen you, cause you are so far away
we trust that you will understand one day.
Get well soon and your strength you should spare,
cause before you know it, we will be there.
My cousin, my brother, my friend
I heard you open your eyes again.
We received the news just after seven
Will we ever forget nine eleven?
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