I was five when the towers fell
People cried and then they yelled
New York burned and I learned
You can't stay five forever
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A Tree Takes Root
Poetrya tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown
Five
I was five when the towers fell
People cried and then they yelled
New York burned and I learned
You can't stay five forever
