Metaphor for 911

by shawn brennan Professional

Metaphor for 911

by shawn brennan | Professional

SONG LYRICS

It’s raining again on our big house by the harborside blue. The sun is our friend although he’s slightly restrained today. But the flowers are growing the soil it is boiling the ants are still toiling they can’t comprehend. It’s raining again and how grey the clouds.
She gazes again from her frame window with garden side view. She cannot pretend that all is in tune with the seeds she has sown. And the trees that have fallen like destiny calling and strangled the vineyards far down below, She gazes again with tears streaming down.
If this is the end then why has the sun just now chosen to stay? The garden she tends sifting debris that has fallen astray. The carnations reach bloom against winds filled with doom but the bees keep on buzzing away. If this is the end then where is her frown?
It’s raining again. on our big house by the harborside blue. The sun is our friend although he’s slightly restrained today. But the flowers are growing the soil it stopped boiling the ants are still toiling but now understand.. It’s raining again but where have the clouds gone?

DESCRIPTION
This is a song I wrote and recorded during the week of 9/11/2001. I programmed the drums and played all of the instruments and sang the vocals. It is about the events before,during and after the terrorists attacks as viewed by The Statue Of Liberty. Enjoy!!!
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