RED september

The leaves turned red on that autumn day
In crisp skies with no prediction of doom
Bleeding clouds of soaring darkness
Falling slowly into the crashing voices
That the whole world heard.

The leaves turned red on that autumn day
When I witnessed the people flying
Deep in the fog of forgotten angels
Flying so fast into the towering smoke
That the whole world stopped.

The leaves turned red on that autumn day
To honor the love of lost children
Testament to a passion of hatred
Memory to the bleeding heart of a city
That the whole world watches.

Today red autumn still comes
With vacant airs that bring greens and golds
Winds of sorrow that carry bloody leaves
Bearing the badge worn by the ashes
That the whole world honors.

The soul of this colored season
The fathers, mothers, sons and daughters
Whisper from the empty great blue sky
Softly rustling the leaves beneath our feet
That the whole world remembers.