Ezekiel 25:17

Is this just another day,

Are we known to feel this way.

How did we begin to change,

Eight years ago today.

Questions rise when answers fall,

We raise superhuman souls.

What was once said this day,

Can't be faced at all.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

The clock will turn,

As sky is going gray.

The sun will set tonight,

But it will rise another day.

Vengeance tests the hand of fate,

As we look for Him in vain.

Who can lead us now, away,

From this valley of pain.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

Outro:

"We are the weak,

They are the tyrants,

Yet we make them the shepherds.

Where is the righteous man?"

(In memory of September 11, 2001.)