Pete Rivera

(A special place)

9/11


Breathe carefully
In this slowness
I can see clearly
Into the eyes
Of the wretched enemy

Now can you see
Into the light
The planes that lead
Us all to fright
Everyday and everynight

What is left
Or what can be
Of the number 93
People screaming day to day
When there's nothing left
To say...

Time passes by
But the memory lives on
All those people
In my mind
All those people in my head
Are dead...

A figure to be
The future is held
For you and me
We won't forget
The tides at hand
When this event
United man

They stood tall
Who could know
That they would fall?
An unpredicted tragedy
Has fallen down for us to see

The man whose eyes
Burn inside me
An ascended demon entity
Hid for years after lies
Till that holy day he died

Can we please not forget
All the people on those flights
For they saw the tunnel light
And it shone for them
Oh, it shone for them so bright
So bright

Please, we cannot forget
The people who risked their lives
The people on those flights
For they saw Heaven's light
And it shone for them
Shone for them so bright
So bright

Now can you see
Into the light
The planes that lead
Us all to fright
From that day
To every night..

Submitted: Thursday, October 13, 2011

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