Aftermath (11th September 2001)
They went to work but never came home.
Day by day, craving for news, the desperate,
The distraught, the deserted, hope against hope,
Left to realise the hopelessness of their hope.
Never again will be the same,
The curtains drawn on loved ones lost.
"My husband!" "My child!" "My son!"
"My wife!" "My daughter!" "My child!"
"My father!" "My lover!" "My friend!"
"Where are they now?" "Where are they now?"
the towers that were, now are gone.
Innocents of the high rise, all are gone.
They will not forget, nor be forgotten.
Pray for the souls of the never-came-home
Pray for the souls of the lonely-at-home
Pray that those who remain will be comforted.