I feel like this. A Birthday Ruined: Ode to 9/11 Sit back and listen To a sad tale of disgust and pain My day once of sunshine and joy Is now cold and biting rain Don't mean to moan Don't wish to whine But if a day had to be ruined Why did it have to be mine? I remember homemade Ice cream Cakes and candles in the past Now my day is greeted By flags at half mast A birthday, a time of celebration A new life, a unique creation Lives taken, without discretion An assault on me and this nation Once my day alone Is now owned by all A collective memory Great towers buckle and fall People perish at the WTC The Pentagon struck for all to see Heroes above PA fight to be free Saving the symbols in Washington, DC Yeah, I still get cards and gifts But it's not the same I mutter You get expensive presents Osama Like tomahawks and the daisy cutter In the end I wish not For tears and "Oh whoas me" I do ask for understanding And just a little sympathy Like the Phoenix of old The towers will rise from the flames I too will come back Kicking a– and taking names I will destroy the curse That was put on the B And reclaim my birthday That was once special to me A decade passed And 6 got the call Giving gracious Americans The greatest gift of all One to the chest And one to the head TWIN shots were fired The evil mastermind is dead
I feel like this.
A Birthday Ruined: Ode to 9/11
Sit back and listen
To a sad tale of disgust and pain
My day once of sunshine and joy
Is now cold and biting rain
Don't mean to moan
Don't wish to whine
But if a day had to be ruined
Why did it have to be mine?
I remember homemade Ice cream
Cakes and candles in the past
Now my day is greeted
By flags at half mast
A birthday, a time of celebration
A new life, a unique creation
Lives taken, without discretion
An assault on me and this nation
Once my day alone
Is now owned by all
A collective memory
Great towers buckle and fall
People perish at the WTC
The Pentagon struck for all to see
Heroes above PA fight to be free
Saving the symbols in Washington, DC
Yeah, I still get cards and gifts
But it's not the same I mutter
You get expensive presents Osama
Like tomahawks and the daisy cutter
In the end I wish not
For tears and "Oh whoas me"
I do ask for understanding
And just a little sympathy
Like the Phoenix of old
The towers will rise from the flames
I too will come back
Kicking a– and taking names
I will destroy the curse
That was put on the B
And reclaim my birthday
That was once special to me
A decade passed
And 6 got the call
Giving gracious Americans
The greatest gift of all
One to the chest
And one to the head
TWIN shots were fired
The evil mastermind is dead
6 shots to the head of anyone is no gift. War is just terrorism with a bigger budget.