A child holds his mother's hand
And looks at a hole in the sky.
This wasn't in God's plan
To have so many die.

Rain fell upon his head,
He gives a little sigh.
Whispers in his mothers ear,
Even the angels cry.

At dinner they set an empty place,
Where daddy use to be.
No longer will he be coming home.
It's just you and me.

She will always remember Sept 11th
As the day so many died.
But will forever remember rain,
As the day the angels cried.