If all our hopes are gone
Can we really try moving on
When inside there is this pain
And the
world is not the same?
It started as the Pile
It then became the Pit
They dug through night and day.
If darkness became our life
Can we walk beyond the strife
When more than a building fell
And
this world became our hell?
It started as a Rescue
It then became Recovery.
They dug through night and day
Through steel
and glass and ash.
If the searching is never ending
Can the ceremonies be mending
When the losses pierce the heart
And comforting phrases only smart.
It started as Tall Towers
It ended with a single beam.
They dug through night and day
Through
steel and glass and ash
Seventeen hundred never found.
c 2002 Leona M Seufert
