I see those towers in my dreams,
I can smell the smoke, see the horrid scene.
I walk among the people as dust falls on me,
then sonic rumble of collapse drops me to my knees.
I awake screaming out loud "Not again!"
How many times must I witness this sin,
years later, seems like yesterday,
these bad dreams just won't go away.
I don't think I want to forget.
The look in my wife's eyes haunt me dearly,
watching her as it happened, her tears flowing freely.
The worst of it all is we were never there,
we knew not a one of those people,
but damn it . . . We cared!
So we hold each other long into the night,
my wife may be sleeping, but I keep reliving the fight.
That such hate could exist was a blow to my mortal soul,
I cannot make it go away,
and I cannot ever let it go.