Post by Max on Jul 9, 2009 12:13:05 GMT -5
When I was just a boy
Far from who you see
I endured a day
That will forever stay with me
I remember, the teacher’s haunting words
At the time they seemed so absurd
Rumors flew, and our fear grew
Life would never be the same
AT THAT, RIPE YOUNG AGE
I COULDN’T UNDERSTAND
WHY COWARDS WITH BOXCUTTERS
WOULD DEVISE SUCH A PLAN
I COULDN’T COMPREHEND THE CARNAGE
COULDN’T CONFRONT FATE
AND THAT DAY, WAS LIFE’S HARSHEST LESSON
BECAUSE IT TAUGHT ME TO HATE
The TV screen showed
Two pillars spewing fire
Poisoning the sky
These memories never tire
I hoped for those trapped inside
That help would soon arrive
But hope relapsed, as the pillars collapsed
Life would never be the same
MY RETINA WAS SEARED
AS PART OF THE CITY DIED
TO ESCAPE A MORE DREADFUL FATE
PEOPLE JUMPED FROM THE SKY
I CAN RECALL THE EXACT TIME
THAT I SAW EACH PILLAR FALL
OF THE RADICALS IN ARABIA
I WISHED DEATH UPON THEM ALL
I will forever remember
That fateful September
The fire and ember
The unconditional surrender
Of our false sense of security
That is no longer in me
Oh, my sweet New York City
Oh, my sweet New York City…
Under tons of concrete and steel
Pain unimagined became real
Wounds unfathomed cannot heal
And it makes me wanna cry
Every time that I pass by
My precious and broken skyline
NOTE: You have just read my personal account on how I felt on September 11th, 2001. At the age of 13, that day changed me more than any single day in my life, more than any single death of a family member or friend. I want to say that the line "radicals in arabia... death upon them all" refers to the terrorists and only the terrorists, I am not a racist. Thank you very much for taking the time to read this piece.
-Max
Far from who you see
I endured a day
That will forever stay with me
I remember, the teacher’s haunting words
At the time they seemed so absurd
Rumors flew, and our fear grew
Life would never be the same
AT THAT, RIPE YOUNG AGE
I COULDN’T UNDERSTAND
WHY COWARDS WITH BOXCUTTERS
WOULD DEVISE SUCH A PLAN
I COULDN’T COMPREHEND THE CARNAGE
COULDN’T CONFRONT FATE
AND THAT DAY, WAS LIFE’S HARSHEST LESSON
BECAUSE IT TAUGHT ME TO HATE
The TV screen showed
Two pillars spewing fire
Poisoning the sky
These memories never tire
I hoped for those trapped inside
That help would soon arrive
But hope relapsed, as the pillars collapsed
Life would never be the same
MY RETINA WAS SEARED
AS PART OF THE CITY DIED
TO ESCAPE A MORE DREADFUL FATE
PEOPLE JUMPED FROM THE SKY
I CAN RECALL THE EXACT TIME
THAT I SAW EACH PILLAR FALL
OF THE RADICALS IN ARABIA
I WISHED DEATH UPON THEM ALL
I will forever remember
That fateful September
The fire and ember
The unconditional surrender
Of our false sense of security
That is no longer in me
Oh, my sweet New York City
Oh, my sweet New York City…
Under tons of concrete and steel
Pain unimagined became real
Wounds unfathomed cannot heal
And it makes me wanna cry
Every time that I pass by
My precious and broken skyline
NOTE: You have just read my personal account on how I felt on September 11th, 2001. At the age of 13, that day changed me more than any single day in my life, more than any single death of a family member or friend. I want to say that the line "radicals in arabia... death upon them all" refers to the terrorists and only the terrorists, I am not a racist. Thank you very much for taking the time to read this piece.
-Max