Memories and Thoughts

Sitting here tonight,
flipping channels
looking for something to forget
but every channel brings it home again
The memories tearin open again,
they call it memorial
I just call it salt on a scar
a scar being ripped open again
it wasn't quite healed over yet
it's to hard to much to expect to forget
flip the channels once again
watching the singers from the new york sound
the bounce is there, the melody is gone
alot like my life, just moving to the beat
but the beauty is still faded and almost gone
a single melody line in the background
what's love got to do with it? It should be about us
it should be about trust...

Trust, something that was found and bonded that day
with people you would never expect
those in blue, or black and yellow
walking in when normal people ran
giving their lives getting others free
knowing when they went they may not return
there's a saying in my mind..
resounding like a gong
you hear it alot in old sports games
you mess with the best.. you die like the rest
but with it in my head, another refrain plays
you mess with the best
you could never die like the rest
they died heros, you'll die scum.

Shadow Phillips
9/11/02

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 315 AF.