There’s a drumming in the distance.
There is sadness in the air.
For the towers in the City,
Once so strong; no longer there.

There are sirens at the Pentagon,
And our leaders speak of war.
There’s a drumming in the distance
As we’ve never heard before.

There’s a cell phone up in heaven,
And she tries to make a call.
But the drumming growing louder
Makes it hard to hear at all.

There are flags in every neighborhood,
There’s a prayer on every tongue,
And the elders start to worry
For their grandsons still so young.

There’s a drumming in the distance.
There is sadness in the air.
There’s a candle in our window,
But the flame has lost its glare.

September 15, 2001