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SEPTEMBER 11TH REMEMBERED IN SONG

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THE GRIM CATHEDRAL

Words and music: David Francey Nov.8/2001

The grim cathedral arch alone,
Towers over dust and stone,
Monument to flesh and bone,
Twisted, stark and bare.

And the floodlights sharp relief, 
Magnifies the weight of grief,
In the ruins that lie beneath,
That emptiness of air.

The papers from the building flew,
Hung in the air, in a sky of blue,
Souls of the newly dead and gone,
Shone so bright, on a Tuesday morn


In the canyon streets, the towering cloud,
Tumbles on the running crowd,
Falling like a funeral shroud,
Darkening the sun.

Staggered statues, concrete grey,
Man as ashes, dust and clay,
Desolation of the day,
Falls on everyone,

The papers from the building flew,
Hung in the air, in a sky of blue,
Souls of the newly dead and gone,
Shone so bright in the morning sun.

I watched it on my TV screen, 
Devolution of the dream,
Images a nightmare scream,
To wake the likes of me.

A charnel house of sight and sound,
Familiar streets a killing ground,
The day they brought the buildings down, 
Down for all to see.