Everyday on must die.
And if your not afraid,
your telling a lie.
Thousands stayed,
Thousands prayed,
Thousands helped,
Thousands yelped.
For what had happened was a terrible thing.
But on that day,
thousands got their wing.
As the wind blows,
you can soflty hear them sing.
Miss them in your heart and that's a start.
Remember their smile,
Remember their face,
because no one can take their place.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for reminding me to never forget those whose lives were taken on 911. What I am wondering now is how do we make our enemies understand that life has infinite value, that every person is worthy of life. How do we do that without taking their lives?