Happy people,
No more.

Gloomy crowd,
Is here now and always will,
In the streets, here and there,
For the three lost souls on that plane,
That has changed music forever,
And the dozens of innocent children,
Who will no longer laugh,
Crying,
Crying,
Crying,
Everlasting crying,
For the twin structures that fell,
With millions of people inside,
And for the thirteen coal workers,
Whose souls are forever trapped,
Crying,
Crying,
Crying,
Everlasting crying,
Now scared for life,
Because of what has happened,
For the past,
And for the future,
We will not know,
But those gloomy crowds,
Will always be there,
That we know.