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