poems and essays on September 11, 2001
World Of Tears
(For all of the Firefighters and policeman of 9-11)
You just never know which way the wind's going to blow,
and if you did tell me I didn't believe it was so.
Now when I sleep I want my dreams to be lies,
oh, without you with me in whom will I confide?
The rumors of war keep coming on back home,
mornings come too early how can I go on?
There were Mothers and Fathers, Sisters and Brothers,
Sons and Daughters, Friends and Lovers, and somebody's child.
I always remember the things I should've said,
For they always come to me when I'm lying in my bed.
When the end of the day comes it's never too soon,
can you hear hear the bagpipers as they wail-out a tune,
Those days in September will always make us remember
What Firefighters do, and the Finest in Blue.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on February 24, 2002
Poem © 2002 Ron Fields, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
This is from my song "World of Tears."