The mirror never tells the story,
no matter how we live our lives;
Never shines upon our glory.
When all is said, it's who survives.

I was there when those twin towers
became a shadow in the sky,
Now we go and toss our flowers
and leave; a tear in every eye.

Where have we come today -
from such a yesterday?
What will tomorrow have us say?

When the snow comes down
And covers sacred ground
Will any hear that hallowed sound?

So I turn my eyes toward learning
Future times already on the fly
Ignore the pain that's borne of yearning
To bring back simple days gone by.

Where have we come today –
from such a yesterday?
What will tomorrow have to say?

The mirror never tells the story,
no matter how we live our lives;
Never shines upon our glory.
When all is said, it's who survives.

When the snow comes down
And covers sacred ground
Will any hear that hallowed sound?

Lin Cava ©