The original version of this has been written in New York City in summer 2000. Years later, I often thought of 9/11 when I sang it. Finally rewrote parts of it in 2017 to connect it with that feeling.

 

It was a late summer day
a beginning crusade
the whole world standing still
Some birds high in the sky
exploding in a fire
of pain and gasoline

Iblis may have laughed
About his Hydra being cast
onto both sides of the line
And as in every war
clear boundaries were falling
between the evil and divine

A broken day has come
A broken day has begun
A broken day can make us stronger
On a broken day wars can’t be won
A broken day we’ll overcome

The walls were falling in flames
A dead wind blowin’ through the lanes
Nobody was at home
And every promise or lie
ever given ‘neath the sky
now fading far beyond

I had a feeling of violence
that you sometimes need
to turn ashes into fire
A burning down deep
made me get up and breathe
and start turning my tires

A broken day has come
A broken day has begun
A broken day can make us stronger
On a broken day wars can’t be won
A broken day we’ll overcome

Too many hearts full of hate
Against a people or state
How can we let it grow?
Or even nurture it more
With just another war
That rages uncontrolled

Just like the city tonight
pumps my heart inside
like an artesian well
And on the land of stones
with the ruins around
life comes back again

A broken day has come
A broken day has begun
A broken day will make us stronger
On a broken day wars can’t be won
A broken day we’ll overcome