September 15 is the 258th day of the year (259th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 107 days remaining until the end of the year.
Year 15 (XV) was a common year starting on Tuesday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Caesar and Flaccus (or, less frequently, year 768 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 15 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Doreen Virtue Ph.D is an American author and a self-proclaimed Clairvoyant. She has a doctorate in Counseling psychology from an unaccredited program at Clarkson University in Southern California she is the founder and former director of WomanKind Psychiatric Hospital in Nashville.Virtue is not licensed by the Board of Psychology
Long ago they built this fort of stone above the Hudson
To guard against intruders, there were cannons in these walls
But now it's just a park where we can come and bring the children
On a clear sunny morning in the fall
The reason for this fortress was the threat of foreign warships
And though these walls were ready, no gunboats reached our shores
But you kids can climb the tower and look out across the harbor
And imagine being lookouts for the enemy at war
But you never see it coming anymore
Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines
Not beneath our footsteps but never far away
And now the possibility, the presence of the enemy
It could be any city, maybe any peaceful day
It's a clear sunny morning, but it's nothing like before
Cause you never see it coming anymore
It's a different kind of peace, cause it's a different kind of war
And you never see it coming anymore
These kids have learned some history and they know what warfare used to be
Tanks and guns and soldiers that moved across the land
With strategies and battlelines converging at a place in time
And lives were lost for reasons that the world could understand
On the History Channel war can look exactly like before
When you were certain it was over by the ticker tape parade
They could come back home to safety, they could celebrate the victory
And the landmines were all buried 'cross the ocean far away
But a different kind of war has reached our shore
And you never see it coming anymore
Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines
Not beneath this pavement but never far away
And now the possibility, the presence of the enemy
It could be any city, maybe any peaceful day
It's a clear sunny morning, but it's nothing like before
Cause you never see it coming anymore
It's a different kind of peace, cause it's a different kind of war
Do you remember the 21st night of september?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now december found the love that we shared in september.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Woke up in the darkness
Deep silence, aint belong to the night
Yellow teeth behind the uniform
Breaks the silence
Manipulator
Dictator
Vortex in my eyes
Messenger of minds corruption
Executions of hundreds
Sign of the social isolation
I am bleeding, i am dying
I am not alone in this cell
Millions of empty eyes (with me)
I cannot find freedom (outside)
Before i got rescued from the captivity (With this
captivity inside)
Woke up, in the darkness
My mind, crushed by combat boot
My mind awaits rotten generations
Darkness is now inside of populations
Using the blood he makes bleed
As junta drawing his power
Traditions of the dead seeds