World Trade Center
(c) September 11, 2001
Once again there's blood
untold amounts of pain
Flying swords of fire
found their mark today
Mankind killing man
spilling life like wine
Torching freedom's dress
the fire will never die
New City begs relief
wounds aglow in night
The City mourns it's loss
yet cries the blood of fight
Who directs the maddness?
Whose hand is insane?
Find the dog at once
Chain him to his fate
Speed him to the city
Let him see her pain
Then feed him to the souls
of those he killed in vain
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) September 11, 2001
Once again there's blood
untold amounts of pain
Flying swords of fire
found their mark today
Mankind killing man
spilling life like wine
Torching freedom's dress
the fire will never die
New City begs relief
wounds aglow in night
The City mourns it's loss
yet cries the blood of fight
Who directs the maddness?
Whose hand is insane?
Find the dog at once
Chain him to his fate
Speed him to the city
Let him see her pain
Then feed him to the souls
of those he killed in vain
by Ricky D. McKean
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