911 Song

{a song I wrote in 2001 about an imaginary man in downtown Manhattan the morning of 911}

Was sitting on a park bench, black coffee in my hand,

the morning shined down on Liberty, proud Lady of our land. 

Tuesday morning bustled, the city was alive, 

the trains were all on schedule, the planes were in the sky. 

A mother with her child, smiled and passed me by, 

I winked and sipped my coffee, content enough to die. 

How were we to realize? How were we to see? 

That events in just one moment, would change our history.

Came the planes that day, 

came the planes that day, 

on my knees I pray,

for those who fell that day. 

No sunshine through the darkness, no rain to wash away,

the sooty scent of evil, in the air throughout the day.

Two towering infernos, one plane down in PA,

heroes on their cell phones, “DC, they're on the way.”

Came the planes that day, 

came the planes that day, 

on my knees I pray,

for those who fell that day. 

A mother with her child, cried and passed me by. 

Heroes in their uniforms, were rushing past to die.

How were they to realize? How were they to see? 

That today they'd die as heroes, and go down in history?

Came the planes that day, 

came the planes that day, 

on my knees I pray,

for those who fell that day.