With heavy heart we still mourn, our loved ones that we lost
Each passing day memory still evades our daily repertoire
Unanswered questions still remain like a story yet untold
The ghost of Hamlet does come out and fills our head with doubts
Does the dead awaken us with shouts of justice and revenge
Do we heed the cry to arms for them to ease our consciousness
Can mankind plead temporary insanity on that day now in infamy
And then start anew
Like a brand new day
For our children’s children sake
I sit and ponder what should be
On how to make things right
But it is hard to separate anger, fate, love and hate
In the middle of the night
But with the dawn springs hope anew
With light to brighten our way
Peace must prevail
Without fail
For life’s to precious waste!