A/N: Hey guys! This is a oneshot, dedicated to iLookOnTheBrightside.

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So this is a songfic about 9/11.

For all those that died, we will never forget you. RIP.

This is a songfic, to Hello World, by the one and only Lady Antebellum!

Of course, I don't own the song (Wouldn't that be awesome?), or TMI. They are owned by the people who owned them. I own my own writing yayy :D

Btw this is JPOV!

Uhh… I'm not really Christian, so I apologize for any mistakes. This story really isn't about religion, it's just that the Lightwood family is Christian.

Traffic calls, cell phone calls

Talk radio screams at me

Through my tinted window I see

A little girl, rust red minivan

She's got chocolate on her face

Got little hands, and she waves at me

The traffic right now is slower than a snail, moving an inch an hour, and I tsk impatiently. I want to get to work already, mad at the talk radio, which is screaming something at me.

I don't care, I just want to get to work already. There's a little girl, head out the window like she's a dog, with chocolate, probably from ice cream on her face.

Her tiny hands wave at me, and she smiles.

I'm surprised, the little girl a little bit hope that maybe today won't be a day when something will go wrong. I envy that girl, her childlike innocence, and carefree abandon. When was the last time I was like that?

Hello world

How you been?

Good to see you, my old friend

Sometimes I feel cold as steel

Broken like I'm never gonna heal

I see a light, a little hope

In a little girl

Hello world

My eye falls on a picture of my family, my beautiful wife Clary, my daughter in my arms. We are all smiling at the camera, blissfully happy.

I almost never see my family anymore, and I hate it so much. I feel like a cruel, heartless monster, leaving my wife with our little girl.

She hasn't seen Daddy, he's gone when before she wakes up, and back when she's asleep.

But I have to support them, somehow.

I'm broken without Clary, functioning like a robot, and I'm afraid I will never get the chance to let her fix me.

Every day I drive by

A little white church

It's got these little white crosses

Like angels in the yard

Maybe I should stop on in

Say a prayer

Maybe talk to God

Like he is there

Oh, I know he is here

Yeah, I know he's here

Every day on my way to work, there's this little church, the one I used to go to when I was a little kid. I haven't really been to church lately; actually the last time I set foot in one was when I married Clary.

I know, someday I will stop inside that church again, and remember.

Remember watching Clary walk down that aisle, the day I became the happiest man on earth. Remember the times I went there with my family, laughing with my friends as the minister stared at us.

And when I was older, confessing to the crimes I did, and knowing I was forgiven.

Hello world

How you been?

Good to see you, my old friend

Sometimes I feel cold as steel

And broken like I'm never going to heal

I see a light

A little grace, a little faith unfurled

Hello world

I'm in the middle of a meeting, when I hear screams, people panicking.

"What's going on?" I ask, half scared at what's going on, the other part annoyed at the distraction.

"Evacuate the building! It's burning down!" Somebody screams, and I'm frozen in shock.

What am I going to do? I need to live, I need to see my little girl grow up, and tell Clary I love her, until I can't count how many times I've told her that.

I feel weak with shock, and I run, holding on to whatever hope I have, even the tiniest bit.

Silently praying, desperately clinging on to whatever grace, whatever faith I have.

Sometimes I forget what living's for

And I hear my life through my front door

And I'll be there

Oh I'm home again

I see my wife, my little boy, little girl

Hello World

I finally make it out, and gasp in horror as I see the once-mighty World Trade Center crumbling, the whole thing on fire.

I could have been in there, I could have been dead by now.

I was one of the lucky ones.

I see Clary, her red hair standing out in the crowd, my little girl crying, looking for me.

I run towards them, and when Clary sees me, her whole face lights up. I give her a kiss, one that is going to leave my daughter scarred for life.

Then I grab my daughter, and hold on to her like the world is ending. It probably looks like that from her tiny three-year old eyes.

I'm going home again, and I'm going to live. Some of my friends are gone, their bodies lost in a sea of debris. People are crying, holding on to each other, knowing the fate of their loved ones.

Yeah, I'm one of the lucky ones.

All the empty disappears

I remember why I'm here

Just surrender and believe

I fall down on my knees

Oh hello world

Hello world

Hello world

"I'm pregnant," Clary whispers to me, and I reach out and touch her slightly swollen stomach.

It's a bittersweet moment, the promise of new life mixed with the grief of people who probably didn't know they were going to die.

"I love you," I tell her, choking up. "I don't tell you that enough."

"I know," she tells me.

I'm here, alive, and it's for a reason. God knows why, but it's for a reason, and I'm going to believe.

I won't ever forget those people, the people I worked with, my boss, anybody.

Hello world. I'm here, and I'm ready to make a difference.