Treasure Island

Christine Natale

(August 9,1955 / Glen Ridge, New Jersey)

Will there be heroes?


Will there be heroes
When dawn breaks tomorrow?
Will there be heroes
When the sun comes again?

The future comes streaming
Toward infinite passage
The possible outcomes
Whirl round us today.
But will there be heroes
Who cancel the horrors?
Will there be heroes
Who turn them away?

Will there be heroes
When dawn breaks tomorrow?
Will there be heroes
When the sun comes again?

Can you believe heroes
Who blockade the future
Can you understand
What it all could be like?
Could we ever tell you
How can you believe us -
About what is out there
Preparing to strike?

Will there be heroes
When dawn breaks tomorrow?
Will there be heroes
When the sun comes again?

If the worst never happens
And you don’t have to suffer
Will you know that the heroes
Have vanquished the foe?
Will your eyes become open
Enough to perceive that
The heroes who stood strong
Prevented your woe?

Will there be heroes
When dawn breaks tomorrow?
Will there be heroes
When the sun comes again?


Christine Natale
For 9/11 Truth
09.09.07

Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2008

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