Your words became the thread that strung
the stars in skies so blue.
That represent the fifty states
of Muslim Christian Jew.
Your thoughts recorded secretly
in a cozy nook of night.
Are heartfelt for the victims
these represent the white.
Your hearts that grieved in unison
for an unknown toll of dead.
Beat sad but proud in every chest
and they became the red.
That flag they raised amid the ruins
The red the white the blue.
A symbol of eternal hope
Was planted there by you.