Sunday, September 11, 2011

ANTI-BULLYING PROGRAM: 9-11


http://www.warmuseum.ca/cwm/exhibitions/remember/flandersfields_e.shtml

In Flanders Fields
By
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields
http://www.whale.to/b/Flight-93-crater.jpg

EMPTY SKY
by Bruce Springsteen

I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe

Just an empty impression

In the bed where you used to be

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye


I woke up this morning to the empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Blood on the streets

Yeah blood flowin' down

I hear the blood of my blood

Cryin' from the ground


Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky


On the plains of Jordan

I cut my bow from the wood

Of this tree of evil

Of this tree of good

I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)