As a twin, the pain is terrible
my lifeline stretched and strung
as a wound is opened in my side
Jesus, all of a sudden

I have no one beside me
my friend, companion, playmate and connection
was ripped away by a man-made infection.

A metal bird with hot breath, with death
has hit and hurt my twin, my self.

The last dying breath of the second half of your soul
is draining, and anguish

my twin is falling, and her screams fill the air
like a thousand people crying out in despair

I believe they are
or is that myself?
as a twin, i crumble
and my heart falls
from it's shelf
to the pit of my stomach

or htat could be
the implosion of my being
this catastrophe
of the death of oyu while you still feel the pain
and know that your twin will never stand again.

I can't last alone and the blow that comes
is actually relief, until the heat strums
on my heartstrings.

and the burning and screaming
fill my head for a while
until we both have crumbled,
and we jsut smiled

for we were together
my twin and I
and atleast we'd stay together
eve nas the world cries

but our legacy will live on
and memory showers
the people of America-
for we were the Twin Towers.
 
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