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I had no idea where to put this but it had to be put somewhere...webbie, move this if you want.

I know this is a U2 web site competitor but please, everyone read this, its amazing.

From @U2.com...



IN THE NAME OF LOVE: 9-11-01



DATELINE: New York City. Tuesday. 8:45 AM EST
FORECAST: Sunny and mild. 76 degrees. A clear and cloudless morning.



It was a beautiful day...

the street sounds like a symphony...

in the towers of steel
belief goes on and on ...

baby's got blue skies up ahead ...


in the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum ...

across the field, you see the sky ripped open ...

shards of glass, splinters like rain ...

see the face of fear, running scared in the valley below
bullet the blue sky, bullet the blue ...

see the flames, higher and higher ...


as the orange sky was screaming ...

voices on the cellphone
voices from home
voices of the hard sell
voices down a stairwell
in New York

don't think, don't worry
everything's just fine
just fine, just fine ...

In a little while
I'll be home, love ...


can't see for the smoke ...

don't whisper
don't talk
don't run if you can walk ...

don't connect
protect...

it takes a second to say goodbye
say goodbye

such a nice day,
to throw your life away ...

this bomb-blast lightning waltz
no spoken words, just a scream...

is there a time to run for cover?


September
streets capsizing
spilling over and down the drain

like a star exploding in the night
falling to the city in broad daylight ...

the dust, a smoke screen all around...

don't hope for too much
don't breathe...


I can't believe the news today.
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.

bodies strewn across a dead end street...

I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace...

the sun so bright it leaves no shadows
only scars carved into stone on the face of earth

sad eyes, crooked crosses
in God's country...

the crowd is gathered, in black and white
arms entwined, the chosen few
the newspapers say it's true

and mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart...

it was a dirty day
a dirty day.


in cracked streets, trampled underfoot
sidestep, sidewalk
I see you stare into the space...

you stumble out of a hole in the ground...

three o'clock in the morning
it's quiet and there's no one around
just the bang and the clatter...

there's an old church bell
it's no longer ringing...

the high street never looked so low...


intransigence is all around... military is still in town

they're reading names out over the radio
all the folks the rest of us won't get to know

different names you're finding hard to spell

night hangs like a prisoner
stretched over black and blue

and today the millions cry

through the rain we see their tears...

see their tears in the rainfall


we're wounded by fear, injured in doubt

don't travel by train...
don't eat ...
don't spill ...

don't fill out any forms
don't compensate...
don't cower, don't crawl...

don't take it on board...
don't fall on your sword...

and I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes.

lookin' for to save my soul
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that God shaped hole...

lookin' for the father of my two little girls...

I won't rest until you're found.


and this battle's just begun,
there's many lost, but tell me who has won?

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
and a fucked up world it is too

this desparation.
dislocation.
separation.
condemnation.

I try to stand up but I can't find my feet.

don't know if I can hold on
don't know if I'm that strong
don't know if I can wait that long...

who heals the wounds,
who heals the scars?

and if God will send his angels
would everything be alright?


when you look at the world, what it is that you see?

is it getting better? or do you feel the same?
will it make it easier on you
now you got someone to blame?

then will there be no time of sorrow?
then will there be no time for shame?

is there a time for keeping your distance?
a time to turn your eyes away?
is there a time for keeping your head down?
for getting on with your day?

and though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe...


and I know it aches
how your heart, it breaks
you can only take so much ...

rejoice

though torn in two, we can be one...

because grace makes goodness
out of ugly things.

what you don't have you don't need it now
what you don't know you can feel somehow

this is the moment that we share for always (always)
turn each song into a prayer (always)
now and forever, for always.


in the stillness of the evening
when the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering,
come away, come away

in New York.
New York, New York.

I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye.

I will be with you again.



IN LOVING MEMORY OF:

Michael Joseph Duffy
Michael Curtis Fiore/Rescue 5 - FDNY
Lt. John R. "Fish" Fischer/Ladder 20 - FDNY
James Andrew Giberson/Ladder 35 - FDNY
Brian Christopher Novotny
Craig William Staub

I remember you.

- KB


(All of the words in the above poem are snippets of lyrics taken from an assortment of songs entirely written by Bono and U2. They were arranged in the above order by Kevin Byrne of @U2.)

God bless you all...
 
I know. I read it like, 20 times, and still couldn't believe it.
Unreal.
Those lyrics....wow.
I don't know what else to say...
 
I lived in the Boston area when Flight 93 left town that day. I had a coworker who took that flight regularly. Was she on that flight? Did I lose a cherished coworker? Yet, selfish me, I was just grateful that on this day, my coworker did not fly out. Her children still have their mother. I still have my coworker. My coworker knew the crew on Flight 93 well... she knows them now only in her heart.

My dear friend flies around the world for his job. Almost every 2 weeks he is gone. I immediately thought of him. Was he on one of those planes? Did I lose one of my best friends? Yet, selfish me, I was just grateful that on this day, he did not fly out - he had no international business to conduct. His young wife still has her husband, his young son still has his father. I still have my friend.

Another dear friend's wife works in NYC. They both live in CT. Did she make it to work? Was she hurt? I know this woman well. Was she no longer part of my world? Yet, selfish me, I was just grateful to learn she never made it to NYC that day. She returned home safely. My friend still has his beautiful wife. I still have my friend.

My dear cousin lives in NYC. How close was she to the towers? Was she even alive? Did I lose a loved one? Yet, selfish me, I was just grateful to learn that my cousin lives on the other side of NYC. She too was sent home and never even made it to the train to go to work. Her husband still has his wife. My aunt and uncle still have their daughter. I still have my loving cousin.

Another dear cousin, sister to the one above, works in the Sears Tower in Chicago. We all feared that the tallest building in the U.S. would be attacked next. Was my cousin safe? Would my home town of Chicago be attacked as well? Yet, selfish me, I was grateful to learn that my cousin was allowed to leave work early. The terrorists did not attack Chicago. Her husband still has his wife. I still have my loving cousin. My beautiful hometown was not attacked. On a clear day, I can still look through a window from my parents' home and see that beautiful skyscraper, a testament to human ingenuity, 15 miles away.

For all of my selfishness, why do I still cry when I think of those twin towers? Why do I feel hurt over the loss of concrete and steel? Why do I mourn the deaths of the thousands I never knew? Why do I feel like hugging my friends and family - so tight that I never want them to let them go? Why did I wake up this September 11th morning, with an ache in my stomach... my mind... my heart? Can even God fill that hole?

I gave what I could that day and in the weeks to follow, but I wonder if it was enough. Could I have given more? Would I feel any differently if I did? Did I really do anything? Has anything at all really been done? Is the world a better place? Or are we now one step closer to a path of no return? I have no answer to these questions. I can only put my faith in God. I must allow Him to fill that hole - the one that seems to have grown even larger in the past year.

No one in my immediate little world was lost. I thank God for that. But my overall world, like everyone's, has forever changed. I offer my prayer and condolences to those who lost someone they loved or just barely knew. May you never experience that type of pain again.

It's odd how in times of pain, U2 is there. Their words, which describe that pain, always offer a vision of hope. In our most desperate hour, U2 always finds a way to show that shred of light beaming through brightly. Thank you Kevin Byrne for that wonderful piece. Thank you "U2SavestheWorld" for posting it. And thank you U2 - for everything. God bless us all.
 
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That was beautiful Dr. Who.

And the "poem" constructed with U2 words is unimaginably beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
 
Thank you. The lyrics of U2 that you posted are something tangible and meaningful and personal that I can relate to, more than any of the other multitudes of ways that people are remembering today. Thanks for sharing that with us.
 
Incorrect lyrics?

Different names you're finding hard to spell
Click to expand...

From Miss Sarajevo, I thought the lyrics were:
Different means you find it hard to spell

:censored: :censored: :censored: ...
 
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