This is a song/poem I wrote that remembers that awful day in humanity on 9-11 all those years ago.
A special and painful day for our friends who live in NYC - may your God give you comfort and you find peace.
Where Were You – When Love Died
Where were you – where were you when you heard the news
Were you singing – were you singing to the blues
Were you dancing – were you dancing in the sun
Were you smiling – were you smiling having fun
Where were you – when love died
Where were you – where were you when you got the call
Were you crying – were you running and did you fall
My heart is dying – my blood is cold inside my head
Touched the water – feeling cold and turning red
Where were you – when love died
I hear your voice – calling softly in the rain
Hear you laughing – gently smiling – I’m in pain
I’m just praying – praying - to god above
That your sweet soul – your soul is filled with love
We’re holding flowers – standing in the park
Candles burning – shining brightly in the dark
Stand in silence – get down on my knees and pray
I think of you – with every word I say
Where are you – we’re sitting all alone
Life is empty – unwanted silence in our home
Clothes still hanging – folded neatly on the chair
I know we’ll meet you – again please lord I swear
Where were you, where were you
Where were you – when love died
Where were you – when love died
Where Were You - Tribute for 9-11
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Where Were You - Tribute for 9-11
Let this day be ....
..... the start of a new beginning
..... the start of a new beginning
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Re: Where Were You - Tribute for 9-11
In a garden of remembrance in London, outside the American Embassy, the British victims are commemorated. Over the beautiful pergola are the words..
Grief is the price we pay for Love
Grief is the price we pay for Love
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.