A decade past, just like yesterday's dawn
Still within the echoes of winds
Cries of the innocent can be heard
When help line numbers , we call for help
Are hijacked by the soulless, for havoc on us
And 911 becomes a darkened cloud
Within the rains that pour on us
Tears of the innocent accompany the drop
And gravity pulls the falling strong, through windows fall
Like a ghost haunt, on repeat play
The dust of horror, itched in memory's hold
Consumed a mixture of race and gender with no preference
No preference of religion, creed or age
With mangled steel of once so great
To symbolise human endeavor stand
A decade past, when sons, daughters
Sisters, brothers, wives, fathers, grandfathers
Grandmothers, friends, oh friend lost
A decade past since I last heard your cry
But the winds carry your memory strong
The winds, will always carry your memory, I hold
