Now that the storm is over, what's left to rebuild?
From broken dreams and hearts and a deep hole to fill...
To find all the pieces that were blown away,
To put them together and to make them stay...

How can I start over when I don't know where to start?
Will anyone help me by doing their part?
As I search to find all that I have lost,
I realized that all that I have left is a pendant of the cross...

There are others like me you see, who have to start a fresh,
Wishing and hoping that their hopes and dreams can be refreshed...
Though the memory of the horror still burns our mind,
With hands and hearts together, our effort is combined

To rise again as a nation stronger than before,
To open and reopen every closed door...
The news only shows a bit of what's there to see,
But what we have left is our reality...

You never know when disaster will hit,
And take away the places that you once sit...
No one really knows what or how you truly feel
Until they have the experience of your ordeal.

So as we rebuild our lives once more,
Our cries for help, please do not ignore...
Our hope and faith is what we have to keep us strong,
But a kind word or deed, will surely help us go on.