/Dedicated to all the victims of the terrorist attack on September 11, 2001/
Bare-footing through the broken glass,
through concrete ash and bloody mess,
through melted steel, through roasting fire,
I'm waking up with one desire.
I wish someone could turn back time
and to protect New York's skyline,
to change the fate of tallest twins
and save the lives... My night begins
with silent prayer in my mind
to keep the horror from mankind,
to soothe the pain and stop those dreams,
sleepwalking through the chilling screams.
Still, every time I close my eyes,
I see the smoking hole in skies...
My mourning heart is hurt so deep -
I dare not to fall asleep.
November 2, 2001
Barefoot Dream to New York City, on September 11, 2001
© Copyright: Марина Дуданова, 2001
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