So absent are the answers to questions,
When silence whips in your ear.
When tomorrow is left so uncertain,
The dark swallowing heavy with fear.
The sun she continues to shine,
And the seasons they come passing through.
Their direction points fingers from heaven,
While the devils casts his spells on you.
From the rock we embrace our hope,
But like the wind she must ramble on.
For the truth is pursuing the mourners,
And we must stop and take her on.
Like the ash that has been left behind,
So many lives have crumbled,
On that day of eleven, month of nine,
Our innocence forever humbled.