September 11

Skies are cloudy, tears are grey
Fall like rain on this tragic day
Towers once standing tall
People die now they fall

Burning air sear your lungs
Words they said that sting your tongue
Hearts are melting into painful ash
Bury them in blissful past

Alone forever roses dead
Crying angels bleeding heads
Spirits melting in running river
Drown in pain and hate you give her

They fall down loved ones lost
Crucified on an iron cross
Never to be seen again
Buried alive you cannot win.