We watched them circle round the wheel,
To remember those who died
As bag pipes played their somber reel,
A nation knelt to cry
While one bell tolled in raptured song
And the fallen waved good-bye,
We listened to the names of those
Who soar beyond our sky
Both towers fell, proud metal bent
Their foundation held the cost,
That day we stood less for words
And our innocence was lost.
Bright Towers placed upon the brink
Their majesty once showed
Though resurrected in their wake
Two towers now bestowed,
Within the safeguard of this place
Our nation humbly claims,
We together under God
Come to praise His name.
Treasured in the aftermath
A spirit beaming high
Our refuge will not leave us
Our strength will never die
For we find our hope above
The crumbled mass of man-made revelry
And by those tortured pillars
We bow in memory
© Raymond t. Carter 2001
