Here's a song quarried from that poem I put in earlier:

When the towers fell, and the world stood still,
all we could see was a cloud of dust.
A cloud of white dust, a cloud of white dust,
When the towers fell in a cloud of dust.

A cloud of white dust, a cloud of white dust,
And it covered the world in a cloud of dust,

When the towers fell, and the world stood still,
All we could hear was a silent screen.
A silent screen, a silent screen,
All we could hear was a silent screen.

In our heads were the cries of the dead and the dying,
But all we could hear was a silent screen.

And now as we wait, can we breath at all
As we wait and we wait for the bombs to fall.
And we wait and we wait, and we wait once more,
And we wait and we wait for the bombs to fall.

And when the bombs fall, and the world stands still,
all we will see is a cloud of dust.
A cloud of white dust, a cloud of white dust,
When the bombs fall in a cloud of dust.

A cloud of white dust, a cloud of white dust,
As it covers the world in a cloud of dust.

And when the bombs fall and the world stands still,
All we will hear is a silent scream.
A silent scream, a silent scream,
All we will hear is a silent scream.

In our heads are the cries of the dead and the dying,
But all we can hear is a silent scream.

And since the towers fell, and the world stood still
Nothing can ever be quite the same
The world is changed, and come what will,
nothing can ever be quite the same.

22nd September.