[male
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords
fading
in) (
A
distant,
melancholy
cello
hums)
It
was
September
eleven,
a
morning
I
will
never
forget
I
woke
up
and
saw
your
message,
my
heart
was
full
of
excitement
yet
You
said, “
My
love,
I’
m
at
the
hospital,
I’
m
ready
for
the
C-section
today.”
I
wanted
to
answer
you
quickly,
but
I
had
woken
up
too
late
By
the
time
I
saw
your
message,
you
were
already
in
that
room
Behind
those
theatre
doors,
my
darling,
I
never
knew
what
was
coming
soon
I
waited
for
the
sweetest
phone
call,
to
hear, “
My
love,
your
son
is
here.”
I
never
imagined
the
next
phone
call,
would
become
my
greatest
fear
Oh,
Joyce,
the
light
went
out
on
September
eleven
I’
m
left
here
reaching
for
your
hand,
a
prayer
sent
up
to
heaven
The
silence
in
this
house
is
loud,
the
weight
is
hard
to
bear
I
look
for
you
in
every
corner,
but
you
are
no
longer
there
My
love,
my
life,
the
day
I
lost
you,
the
day
my
world
fell
through
I’
m
breathing
in
the
shadows
of
the
life
I
shared
with
you
The
hours
crawled
like
jagged
glass,
I
paced
the
halls
in
a
daze
Looking
for
a
miracle,
lost
inside
this
hollow
maze
They
told
me
things
I
couldn't
process,
words
that
shattered
every
dream
How
could
the
sun
keep
shining
down,
in
such
a
cruel
and
jagged
beam?
I
remember
your
smile
in
the
photos,
the
way
you’
d
laugh
at
my
jokes
Now
the
memories
are
like
embers,
fading
underneath
the
smoke
I’
m
holding
on
to
ghosts
of
us,
trying
to
find
my
way
Through
the
wreckage
of
the
silence,
of
that
dark
September
day
Oh,
Joyce,
the
light
went
out
on
September
eleven
I’
m
left
here
reaching
for
your
hand,
a
prayer
sent
up
to
heaven
The
silence
in
this
house
is
loud,
the
weight
is
hard
to
bear
I
look
for
you
in
every
corner,
but
you
are
no
longer
there
My
love,
my
life,
the
day
I
lost
you,
the
day
my
world
fell
through
I’
m
breathing
in
the
shadows
of
the
life
I
shared
with
you
They
say
time
is
a
healer,
but
time
is
just
a
thief
It
steals
the
edges
of
the
sharpest
pain,
but
leaves
behind
the
grief
I
wonder
if
you’
re
watching
over,
from
somewhere
in
the
blue
Do
you
hear
me
when
I
whisper, “
Joyce,
I’
m
still
in
love
with
you?”
Our
son
is
growing
stronger
now,
he
has
your
eyes,
your
grace
I
see
a
glimpse
of
you
in
him,
the
warmth
upon
his
face
It’
s
bittersweet
to
hold
him
close,
to
know
you
never
held
him
too
But
I
promise
I
will
tell
him,
all
the
love
I
had
for
you
I’
m
picking
up
the
broken
pieces,
trying
to
stand
upon
the
floor
But
September
eleven
haunts
the
handle
of
every
single
door
Oh,
Joyce,
the
light
went
out
on
September
eleven
I’
m
left
here
reaching
for
your
hand,
a
prayer
sent
up
to
heaven
The
silence
in
this
house
is
loud,
the
weight
is
hard
to
bear
I
look
for
you
in
every
corner,
but
you
are
no
longer
there
My
love,
my
life,
the
day
I
lost
you,
the
day
my
world
fell
through
I’
m
breathing
in
the
shadows
of
the
life
I
shared
with
you
September
eleven...
I’
m
still
waiting
for
that
call...
Just
one
more
time...
My
Joyce... (
Piano
fades
slowly
into
silence)