This One Day (in memory of 9/11)

This One Day

This one day, one beautiful crisp morning,
brightest sun in the clearest, bluest sky.
He thought about staying home this one day,
but instead he kissed his young wife goodbye,
instead he kissed his babies goodbye.

Wishing he missed that crowded morning train,
he drank his whole coffee standing up.
His coffee tasted so good this one day,
he didn’t know it would be his last cup,
it was to be his very last cup.

Thinking this one day about getting in shape,
kids need him around for several more years.
So he got off the elevator this one day,
and he decided to walk up some stairs,
this one day he'd climb up some stairs.

He stood staring at miles across the river,
towards his home and the family he loved.
When suddenly the blue sky turned black,
fuel and smoke poured in from above,
hell igniting just a few floors above.

Smoke too thick to see, too black to breathe,
he smashed windows with office chairs,
then hugging his children’s artwork,
like a fullback he ran for the stairs.
His heart was beating so loudly,
God mustn’t have heard his last prayers.

This one day, one beautiful crisp morning,
brightest sun in the clearest, bluest sky.
He really wished he stayed home this one day,
but instead he kissed his young wife goodbye,
instead he kissed his babies goodbye.
One day, this one day,
it really was goodbye.