Bldg 7

I stood on the edge of the world trade center believing I was an architectural member of the whole I often wonder why I am not remembered why my demise is never recognized why my story is never told as the people gather at the foot prints of the twins my ashes linger on their lips for I am the question still unanswered I am the piece that doesn't fit I am the wrench in the machinery they would like you to forget I was never struck by aircraft there is no memorial to replace me I am not mentioned in the 911 report instead they have erased me Bldg 7 fell free fall speed on September 11,2001 Brother to the twin towers Never forget ask questions