Different Things seem so different
After a tragedy
Pain, hurt and anger
Is all we can see
We forget the little things
That we argued about
The day that you left me
Is nothing compared to what's on TV
I chat to my friends in America
They tell me their sorrow and pain
I wish I could be there
To offer my sympathy
I hear of the horror
In Washington and New York
I know all their spirits
Will never be broke
Although the horror is so far away
I hear about it in many ways
My dear friends I pray for you
I know your country will pull through
Copyright 2001 Lee Platford
Written 14th September 2001 |
