9-11-2011

People cry and people die,
It's the way of the world.

Sometimes we love it, sometimes we hate it,
Nevertheless, we must tolerate it.

The pains, the joys, the sorrows,
The promise of many more tomorrows.

It is our right, our gift,
Our plight and our rift.
It is our human condition,
Our following of tradition.

We are human, we are one.
You are me, I am you.
We are us, children of the sun.
They are we, it's what you do.

Throw out your politics and your trifles,
Your left, your right, your day and your night.

Shelve your hatreds and curb your spites.
Turn off the noise, the bull, and your tvs' lights.

You are human, I am human, we are human;
It's a fact that is, will be, and always has been.

We're all different but we're all the same;
We're all players in this so-called game.

People die, and we will cry.
We will die, and people will cry.
It's the way of the world.  We are human.

Always remember, never forget.

The ones you care about, the ones who care about you,
Those who have loved, those who have lost, those who have won,
All the ones who came before, all the ones that will come later,
All that have been, all that are, and all that will be.

Always remember, never forget.

-9-11-2001-