Some Lights Never Go Out Live On

Under the
September sky, the towers touched the clouds.
A city held its breath
Without a sound.
Some were whispered names
In the quiet air.
Some ran toward the fire
When the world was scared.
Smoke rose like sorrow
Over broken streets, while courage kept a heartbeat
In the heat.
And even when the morning lost its light, memory whispered:
You are not gone tonight.
Where the twin towers kiss the sky, your name still rising to the light.
As long as hearts remember, your light will never die.