Journey Away (9.11.2001)
We’ve one thing in common; one
thread that we share
One thing in common; no matter how
much we bared
Our lives have been altered; we now
face our days differently
As we Journey away from that
September day; that we wish we’d never seen
Blue sky interrupted; by 4 stray
birds in flight
Life as we knew it disrupted; once
confronted by the sight
Starring at the TV in unity; as if
we’re starring at our deity
Adhering to the Talking Heads as if
they’re prophets; only adding to uncertainty
Day like any other; but none like
we’d ever see again
Some pulled together like brothers,
others victims to misguided blame
Our Constitution was built upon;
brotherhood humanity
Why then must the president stand to
defend religions and other creeds?
Awaking a year later; cherishing more
as each day lights
Which ideals in our world are
justified? Who’s to determine what’s right?
I rise out of my bed & wonder;
God intention in allowing this scene to play
I look at my children and wonder will they ever feel as free as I did before that September day
©2004 Sean Moore
