A woman cries, for her husband
one of many, carved in stone,
I can feel her heart breaking
she wants him to come home.
It fills my eyes with tears
looking at pictures of families,
listening to the names of the lost
many souls, that had been released.
It's been an emotional day
for those, left behind,
wishing they could take their place
solice in this world, they are trying to find.
Trying to go on with life
without their loved ones near,
they're trying not to forget them
'neath a blue sky, so clear.
My prayers are being said
for everyone that has cried,
remembering all of those Angels, in Heaven
forever sitting at God's side.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011