9/11If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,Drying in the color of the evening sun,Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,But something in our minds will always stay.Perhaps this final act was meantTo clinch a lifetime's argumentThat nothing comes from violence and nothing ever couldFor all those born beneath an angry star -Lest we forget how fragile we are.On and on the rain will fallLike tears from a star,On and on the rain will sayHow fragile we are.