Out
of the ashes they rise
Out of twisted metal, shattered glass
Empty coffee mugs, half-eaten breakfasts
pink message slips never delivered
Out
of darkness they emerge
their voices linger on the wind
a bittersweet comfort
to those left behind
We
hear stories, learn names
someone's uncle daughter father cousin
as they walk among us
the memory of horror
We
huddle in blue white red
Grasping at symbols, mourning innocence
Hearts beating in throats
Eyes clouded forever by darkness
Remember
they whisper
As hope fades dies
But resolve grows hardens
They will call us brave
Out of the ashes, they rise