My Mom, Death is hunting me In the deepest dark of Burning WTC Come and take me out Lest you will lose me forever
Scattered dead bodies Stinking smell of burned flesh Unbearable heat These are my companions here
Thirsty I am, Give me a drop of water My eyes, throat and brain are heating And I'm breathing the dust
Obviously the death will defeat me Because I lost my hands, legs and energy Don't cry my sweet Mom I will smile for you here And I will pray for the people of United States Only I need is a Red Rose on my dead body; if it remains.
