Why does the alarm sound?

On this beautiful clear

September morning?

 

Oh Son, great sorrow awaits you,

twins have been stuck,

and many are in danger.

 

Who has done this?

Who would do this,

this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son, you have not yet seen the pain, the sky will become much darker today,

and Death will be hard at work.

Why do so many run from our destination?

Screaming…crying,

on this clear September morning.

 

Oh Son, the damage is horrific,

I would drowned the world in my tears

but never set it on fire with my furry like this.

 

The tower that once stood tall,

now quivers in agony.

Who drove the winged knife into the northern twin?

How could this happen on this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son, this day has more in store,

this day will take many lives,

and break many hearts.

 

Another knife thrown through the sky,

into the side of the southern twin.

What did we do to deserve this,

on this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son, so many questions,

ones I can’t reveal,

today your country falls

 

Will we get up again?

Will we fight again?

How long will this pain last?

 

Oh Son, to long, to long will this heart ach linger.

When the smoke clears,

and you’re no longer blind,

then, then you will fight again.

 

The twins bleed reports, memos, emails,

And men and women jumping from a fiery death.

Why!? Why is this happening on this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son, this is a dark day for the free land,

Thousands of people will die.

Oh Son, someday you will understand.

 

The southern twin, hit low, is falling!

Screams within and all around ring out.

I am blind, I cannot see what is happening?

 

Oh Son, the twin has fallen,

fallen to her knees ,

she’s fallen and taken so many with her.

 

We have to go into the northern twin.

How can we save all these people in time?

Can we save all these people in time this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son, how I wish you could,

how I wish you could save all my children,

but Death has already taken so many.

 

Souls shuffle down the stairwell,

Trying to get out,

Why won’t you help us this clear September morning?

 

Oh Son I wish I could,

But this day has been written

I cannot stop this tragic day.

 

The building buckles and shakes

Chief screams from the ground

“GET OUT GET OUT!”

What is going on?

 

Oh Son she is falling,

falling to the ground.

She no longer sees the gleaming sun,

and oh my Son, death has taken you.