“Though the road has bends and turns, and my spirit suffers,
Humans fail, systems fail, shadows fall.
But the ruts run deep, cut by the blood of faces above,
And voices now silent…
But the message loud is heard: “Homeland, homeland.
Renew your youth, restore your soul!”
Homeland, the country that I love, hold out your arms to me.
I strive for you, and give to you the best I hope to be.
May your wisdom be your armour, your compassion be your sword;
May your strength be forged with mercy, your courage lives restore.
Homeland, the country that I love, forever reign supreme;
And when time stands still, my homeland, may heaven hold your dream.”
– Z. Randall Stroope, Homeland
On 9/11, I was in my first semester of college. I was a member of the Women’s Choir at ASU. Right before Thanksgiving break, our concert included this song, in memory of the terrorist attack that day, and all the lives lost. Someone presented a slideshow over our heads as we sang these words. A slideshow of the memories of that day. The audience was crying through the whole song. I didn’t make it through the second chorus without plenty of tears. Every time I hear this song, even today, I tear up.
I will always remember. After everything, I still give to you everything I hope to be.
God Bless America