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| The Pile: A Tribute to the Fallen Heroes of 9/11 My brothers� souls are here Beneath the pile at my feet. I draw nearer to the candle, My tears extinguishing its delicate flame. My heart is heavy With the burden of surviving. One question always on my mind. Why wasn�t I there in time? They tell me I�m the lucky one, But I think they are wrong. Luck is a relative term, Looking into your fallen brother�s eyes. The flag still flies next to me, Where we placed it that day. A stark reminder to the world, America � the strong � the brave. My brothers� souls are here, Beneath the pile at my feet. As we pull them free, I pray Please God, hold them close as they sleep. Patty Schramm � 1/19/02 Email Me |
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