We don't need another hero.

This is one of those posts that doesn't fit neatly into my category list. I use the Much Ado About Nothing category for my random ramblings, but the anniversary of this day is not at all about nothing. It is Much Ado About Something important.

I try not to think about it to much, the passage of another anniversary marking this assault on American's naivety. 

I've written before, on the anniversary of the Challenger explosion, about the eerie emotions of that day, and the weeks that followed.  I wasn't there, I wasn't even close, I was here in Kansas.  But I was a new mom, struggling with the demands of working, not sleeping and caring for a toddler, and I was, at the time, in the midst of one of my depressive periods, and seeing a therapist.  After meeting with him the week after September 11th, 2001, I realized that I had nothing to complain about and suddenly I felt very small, and stupidly needy, and then I felt better. It was, and still is, a bizarre juxtaposition to know that other people's sudden and horrible emotional torture cured me of my own ill.

Here's the thing.  I really hope the current candidates and their mouthpieces don't spend too much time politicizing today.  I'm not looking to the current Presidential candidates to take away the pain of 9-11.  I'm not looking for someone to swoop in and say "Mark my words, this will never happen again on our soil!" Because they'd be lying. There is no amount of preparation and security that will ever bring back our cultural naivety, just as it was for those who remember the attack on Pearl Harbor. 

Out of the ruins
Out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children
The last generation
We are the ones they left behind
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

Looking for something we can rely on
There's got to be something better out there
Love and compassion, their day is coming
All else are castles built in the air
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains
All the children say

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

What do we do with our lives
We leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a life
Or end in the dark
Give it all or nothing