A DAY THAT CRIED

A cold, cold day, a February of pain, fire reigned,

This small town of New York saddened by spirits who died.

In a moment, a second in time there were screams not heard,

Joined together to share the end, falling from the sky, they cried.

Sorrow filled the sky, tears rained from living eyes of the world,

These souls headed to destinations of difference are no more.

A day that cried as a large group of once was headed for eternity,

This trip they’ll take, a journey as one, forever they rest in heaven.

Keith Garrett