Nine lights snuffed out in a flash of intolerance and rage
Silence fell like death and for a reply, Hell just waits…
A voice arose, then two, then three…
As prayers and tears washed away blood and angels began to sing
Lights were rekindled and a fire began to burn
A storm of hate, had awakened a flood of love so great
Tragedy had darkened the doorway, but not to stay
Rather, so that Heaven could receive gifts and men could learn to pray
… Now roses line walkway and fences in front of a house of praise,
A reminder, not of horror,
But of loved ones, unifying a city full of people from beyond the grave.
this needs a lot of work i think, but that's why i put things here :) so that i can find them when i have more time