Fly high, fly low
Downward they go
The thought of dying
Brave but crying

They said goodbye and made the choice
“Let’s roll” was the last heard voice
Brave and dear they made the moves
Knowing that their lives they’d lose

Fly high, fly low
Downward they go
The thought of dying
Brave but crying

Moments later in a field of grass
The plane was found, the heroes passed
Smoke flew up to the sky
It seem like the good always die

No one knew why this occurred
All we have is the voices we heard
Despite who came up with this savage plan
Our heroes ruled over them the best they can

To the passengers of flight ninety three
I owe forth my life the strongest it can be
Heroes you are, forever we’ll remember
What happened that day on the eleventh of September