It was three years four months 

I had been on this planet
But it’s been twenty five now
I still don’t understand it 
Sometimes I try to figure out
How we went from the world that I was born to the only one I know 
 
Clear blue skies, 8:45
A call to say I love you 
They say that they love you to
And they hang up the phone 
 
 
Was Tuesday preschool picture day?
I might remember that, just like I recall 
Praying and then pledging to the flag 
 
 
First plane hits 8:46
They’ll never make it home 
Newscast in my living room the blue sky burns to black 
 
And I’ll watch on a roller carted boxy TV screen
The warfare and the bloodshed
Broadcast to the children 
 
 

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