Years have passed and the winds still blow
Memories of a sky choked with smoke will not fade
I can hear Art singing about troubled waters
Firemen still race up skyscraper stairs.
Tears still run down my cheeks
As families gather to hear their loved ones
Names read aloud–Ruth we miss your
Smile and wit, your always welcoming door.
Many more of us, humans of all kind, have
Gone from our companionship, gone from our
Company, but never gone from our hearts, their
Memories etched into our hearts.
Missions have been launched, lessons
Have been learned, but what has truly been
Accomplished? Six years gone and the dead are
Still dead, and terror still haunts the world.
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