I do not know on what bright September morn,
A  nation stood, warm though weathered, unknown. 
Proudly, steel towers touched the  heavens,
As a thrumming of hearts, a flow of life drew near. 

Whispers  went up, and in the dark, shadows converged,
Two planes cut across the sky, and ignited night. 
In a single heartbeat, time froze, chaos unfurled,
As dreams went up in smoke, and hope swirled and spiraled. 

From the pile-up, a  cacophony of cries did ring,
Of heroes, of many who sought to rescue the  lost, of courage so bold— 
They faced fiery storms, and their stories retold. 

Families  broke, their tears formed a bed of ground,
Each name is remembered, and each soul is important. 
The last message from a father, the last goodbye from a lover,
In the grip of despair, they still dared to defy. 

For the light, we discovered, in  unity’s strength,
A tapestry of bright and dark. 
We gather in honor, spirits  entwined,

To cherish the love that transcends time and space.
So let us remember, with hearts wide open,
That, in our pain we also have hope, and we stay together.
For out of ashes we emerge, tough and unfettered,
A mold made, to our being.

The towers were brought down, a severed sky, a horror quite unfathomable, which was written above.
A country looked on, with mouths agape, the loss is inconceivable were the letters.
Notable fatalities counted the hearts,
Even in the fog, there was a sad shade.
Shattered bricks fell as a parting gift,

Every day there was talk of annihilation.
Public safety officers who came to help were courageous.
A story carved is a tale always.

Hope gradually began to disappear inside the embers.
As the country was in pain, so it was a sad funeral.
The aftermath was alarming the emissions were endorsed files.
On a single day, thousands of people lost their jobs.

Although there was a tragedy where it has left many unrecovered.
The wreckage of Quom is rebuilt into a stronger nation.
The slain who died we will always remember Love Is when Losing Hurts.