Rhyming with Remembrance

[[written on september eleventh]]

Eight years ago I was thinking so slow
after all this time its still an overload
of information and even more pain
this war that we're fighting feels like a lost game.

and I don't want to hate it, I don't want to cry
but to still be affected after all of this time
somethings are too painful to ever forget
and if I'd forget it, oh that I'd regret.

Still grappling to really understand
aren't we all just human, can't we just hold hands?
The world is filled with all this stress and disorder
-they're the strongest fighters, living with no borders.

in reality its just so sad to know the truth
that every generation and every new youth
time and time again has faced a tragedy
if its not a war, its hatred and poverty

I still remember, and I believe that I always will
the morning when I think time first stood still
the radio voice frantic, the office's panic
so young and trying to still understand it

and this panic of disenchantment drove me insane
there were just so many words so much to blame
I wanted to know but mostly wanted to ask "why?"
How could we all watch it happen and then just cry?

I recall how frustrated and scared I had been
I felt so ignored and it made my head spin
all these rumors seemed difficult to understand
Now I think that my age protected me then

'Cause when I went home so were both of my parents
and I had been so disturbed by mother's appearence
those warm loving eyes were destroyed with tears
and the tv was reflectin' in them all of our fears

so I sat and watched the world fall apart
still wasn't sure why but I felt it breakin' my heart
the dust plastered faces and covered the cars
as each tear would trail, the cheeks had new scars

Time has passed but I know we still all feel it hovering
After each silent moment given on that fated morning
I go home and the pain isn't as fresh
but I know that I have enough to help me write this.

All these words that I find the time to put together
are my cheapest therapy for keeping it together
I don't really care if the rhymes seem annoying
its just easier for me to keep my thoughts flowing

After all of the pain that everyone had gone through
I'm not naive enough to say no more will hurt me or you
the question isn't what will happen next but when it will
this wasn't the first or last occurence that time stood still.