Time whispers their names,
sings their praises.
Each day...new heroes emerge.
The wives, the little ones born,
the mothers, fathers, grandparents,
the firefighters, the policemen,
who carry on, walk one step
at a time. Missing the smile
of a Daddy, the footsteps on
the doorstep never heard, again,
a child's happy feet racing
through the rooms of a house.
The memories pouring over, running
down into the heart. Breaking
upon the sea of tears,
cried into the oceans of
grief. The kiss of sunlight
settling on tear stained cheeks.
of time, glimpses of a year
left in the ashes of September 11th.
Lost, songs singing~~~
If only we could turn back time
~~~if only, if only~~~