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