I will never forget

The day those towers fell

The world wrapped all in chaos.

A solemn glimpse of hell.



If beauty comes from ashes,

What beauty rose from this?

Perhaps the one true triumph

Was brave hearts can still exist.


If I close my eyes in stillness

And I linger in that space,

I hear voices from the ashes

And I see each haunting face…





And in the whispered pleadings

Comes their roar not silenced yet,

"Will you hold me in your memory,

And will you not forget?"

Sharon Frye