Thoughts of New York
The ashes and the dust fall like snowflakes to the ground
They seem to drift down gently not knowing where they're bound
I think of all those souls scattered in all the debris
In the ashes of destruction, their souls are finally free.
I think of people jumping like from the pan into the fire
People hand in hand, consumed by their desire
Just a few seconds, until it all will end
The thoughts that they had of making that final descend.
All those tiny pieces of what is left of a dream
The terror in their eyes as they faced the final scene
The dust that settles down are their scattered souls
Seeping into cracks, falling into holes.
I wonder of life as the cloud of death surrounds
Their voices all are silent, yet their spirit's still around.
I wonder where the dream turned into a nightmare
As I look at the destruction, of the future I am scared.
Where once workers built they see nothing but destruction,
They cut through twisted wreckage, what's left of their construction.
I think of all the people that had to live through this hell
Then I hope we learn some lesson, I hope we learn it well.
There needs to be understanding that we're all not the same
We need to find the answer, instead of assigning blame.
I think of all those heroes, there were so many.
As they look for survivors, hoping to find any.
I wonder of the future what will all this bring
I think of those lost souls as the bell begins to ring.
People join together I hope we find a way?
We need to remember yesterday, as we rebuild today.
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