A moving piece…
As I’m driving my truck across Canada and the USA, I think my time away
I go throughout many states, to a different town, a different day
I try to see as much of our countries history as I can
To stand upon a treasured spot and touch it with my hand
Each place has its own tale to tell, sites that see no more
Be it a piece of heaven or of hell, of glory or of lore
Some places affect me deep inside my heart and make me very proud
Others still haunt my dreams, and I can hear lost souls aloud
There are a lot of places I’ve been to in my life that most folks will never see
But none have affected me as much as the Crash Site of Flight 93.
It’s outside the town of Shanksville, Pennsylvania in a grassy field.
There was cow’s…
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