Remember remember the 11th of September

I prayed, they prayed the same,

just to see if God was still there by our side.

Searching hospital to hospital, carrying pictures of the missing,

acts of sacrifice inside the world trade center,

there was death to remember...


A priest a beloved priest died giving the last rites to a firefighter in his sight.

Two office workers struggle, rumble under the smoke looking for a disabled

person,

carried that person sixty floors to snuggle for the last morning struggle.

Americans showed a deep commitment to one another, and abiding love for each other.

Our unity is a kinship of grief, and a stead fast resolve to prevail against our belief.

Remembrance and prayer, and Jesus is our savior.


By: Christian Manzanares

Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW

Sore Blood... (Old Poem)

They die, we sigh,

we have sorrow in our eyes.

The tears of pain,

the tears of joy, we felt the tears and blades,and

we had no feeling.

The joy and happiness, the joy of love...

I shall hug the one I once loved.

Roses are blood, violets are blue tears,

all had suffered in the depths of fear.

Some sang the joy to this world.



My blood rained when the bullet had drilled.

Struck my heart I was drowning in blood faster than her heart beat had stop.

I was drowning in pain, no one can say how painful it was when a bullet was laid

in my heart and blood...

I died Yesterday.


By: Christian Manzanares

Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW