Over Here
New Words: Sonja W. Oates ©2001
Tune: "Over There" (George M. Cohan ca. 1918)

Over here, over here,
Who'd've thought this could be, over here--
The towers in ruin, so many lives' undoing,
The threat to all we hold so dear?

But it's clear, through our fear,
It's a perilous course we must steer.
It's not over; it's far from over
But we can't let hate take over over here.

Over here, over here,
This could never, ever be, over here!
Now our faith is shaken, our innocence taken
And the face of the enemy's not clear.

Shed your tears, but it's clear,
No matter how bleak it may appear,
We'll recover, we'll build it over,
And we'll not be taken over over here.