On The Day That We Died

What could've been had the Wall not come down?

Had the curtain not drawn? Had the cast not bowed?

Had the engines kept burning so loud so proud?

Had we leapt off the ground, never coming back down?

Now they are us and we are like them.

Too often I catch myself looking back at then.

I'm nostalgic for a time and place I was never in,

And with strange eons, the sky is going dim.

27 million ran cut down and lost their lives,

And over the berm they ran, they cried, in the name of all mankind.

Blood in the snow it ran like wine, turned black and covered the crime.

They hoisted the people's colors over the crater that they left behind.

8 decades gone, and we have all gone blind.

Misaligned since our victory in 1945.

November 9th 1989 -

November 9th 1989 -

We were close to the sky but the powerful lied.

The Red Star went nova and collapsed in a cry.

November 9th, 1989 -

Was the day that we died.