Watching Over Me
As the black hawks patrol
The sky up above
The place I was born
And the city I love
I’m still filled with stress
From that moment to see
The planes hit the towers
It’s etched inside me.
It’s so hard to say
Everything that I feel
I know that it happened
But it all seems unreal
Until I look down
Where the towers stood tall
A place I once worked
And the friends I can’t call
Living in the flight-path
Of incoming planes
Will I ever recover
Or just go insane.
I try to get by
But it’s hard not to hear
They are all descending
Which fills me with fear,
For years I’ve searched and tried to find
Happiness and peace of mind
But living in the city kept me down,
The pace of life where I was born
Took its toll and left me torn
It was time that I moved on and found new ground.
– Christian Lack