Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song over a three day period ending September 15. Accompanying musicians, which include my 17 year old son and 19 year old daughter, are current and former members of the Senior Youth Band at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Catholic Church in Newport News, Virginia.
All proceeds that I earn from sales of the CD will be donated to The National Fallen Firefighters Foundation.
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Lyrics
September Morning
September morning, millennium dawn,
rage without warning, the innocent gone.
Gone... where to?
... the ones we knew... Gone.
September noontime, through ashes and smoke,
a man stumbles blindly, coughing and choking.
He finds... a church,
cleans his eyes... in the holy water there.
Such beautiful people, how can this be?
Such violent crimes against... humanity.
Dear God, please receive... their souls.
September evening, the workers search on,
listening for voices from under the mounds
of rock... and steel,
trying not... to feel... the pain.
Remembrance and mourning, millennium's dawn,
grief without warning, our innocence gone.
Gone... where to?
... with the ones we knew... Gone.
Such beautiful people, how can this be?
Such violent crimes against... humanity.
Dear God, please receive... their souls.
Frank Jordan
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