Based on Flyod about the WTC Attack...

Take hold of the Dream*

In the corner of some foreign field
the gunner sleeps tonight.
Away from home,
Away from love,
To avenge a wrong,
and all because they hate our dream.

Night after night,
the scenes are going round and round his brain,
again and again the buildings fall, he hears the cries;
This sadness is driving him insane,
This heart pain is driving him insane.

But he takes hold of the dream,
His strength lies only in,
in a steal hold on the dream.

A place to stay,
Enough to eat,
Somewhere the old heroes shuffle safely down the street.

Where you can speak out loud,
about your hopes and fears,
and what's more no-one ever disappears,
for this you'll never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.

Where you can relax when you take your airplane seat,
and maniacs don't blow holes in innocence by remote control,
everyone has recourse to the law,
no-one kills the women anymore,
no-one kills the children anymore,
and no-one kills the little children anymore!

In the corner of some foreign field
the soldier sleeps tonight
What's done is done but will never be allowed again,
We cannot just write off those children's final scene.
And so we take Hold of the dream!
A warning to those maniacs still in command
Take heed
We still take hold of the dream.

*Based on lyrics from Pink Floyd's The Final Cut "The gunners dream"
By Kenneth Steffens Sep 25 2001.

Oooh...I saw this on the Echoes board, but I think I'll leave my comment for you here. Most poignant. I'm sorry I can't come up with better words, but I hope you can see that the feeling is there.

Thank you very much for this.

Very Nice

cheers