Is it my time?
Has my time come?
Is it that bad or gone?
I am like and eagle now
Flying high in the clouded skies with sorrow
Unlike the circus performer on ring
Rather than like a mountaineer wandering
I get the shock of the lifetime
To watch the worst crime
There goes the twin towers crumbling
Sending a strong message of shivering
A satanic action of bombing
Sorrowful people left insane and loathing
Diving to their last fall
Will this terrorism die at all?