"WTC" - D.M. Carretta

I hear the voices calling out

When I lay me down at night,

Oh, why did they have to stay

This way in the dark and dank

In fright?

I awaken in the darkness

And I hear them moan with pain

I want to help, I want to help

But my wants are all in vain.

'Come and get me', they say

'Take me to my home

I do not want to be here

Forever in this tomb.'

What can I do to help you

I ask with leaden heart,

'Take us to our families

That's where you can start.'

It may take weeks,

It may take months

Before everyone is known,

And I hope that all or at

Least some,

Can walk out on their own.

It is time for one great miracle

From our maker up above,

I know he shines upon us now,

I feel his wondrous love.

The souls of those who perished

Are safely in His hands as well,

The terrible beasts who took

Their lives,

Will burn, as they are all in hell.

Oh lord, protect our country

And all who live here too,

And let the cries of pain subside,

Keep them safely there with you.