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Jutting from the rubble
Up through the
smoky haze
Like spires of a Cathedral
Where the "believer" prays.
Seven stories of heartache
Left from the
hundred-ten
Of those two mighty towers
Never to be seen again.
For thousands who have perished
And the
loved ones they leave
A monument to all of us
Who shed our tears, and
grieve.
In its eerie setting
There was a sort of
beauty
Standing guard over those
Who died doing their duty.
A strange sense of peace
Amidst the scene
of ruin
As others search for comrades
Who died, doing what they're
doing.
There's been heroes by the hundreds
And
some stories, never known
But in God's Cathedral
They'll sit upon His
throne.
The "Cathedral of Tears"
Will last in our
mind's eye
As we bow our heads
And ask, "Why, dear Lord? Why?"
