Console Them With Song

A cool rain has come down, and stopped the rising of the sun: a day of mourning for all in the silent city, and it feels as sad as it felt yesterday; eyes cry and mix themselves with the falling raindrops... Console them with song, with words that don't speak of indignation; all they want is a possible consolation, because a loss of someone so loved... looks for ways of healing through faith, and if they can't be found...they'll rely on strength! I've never seen so many flowers laid at the site of the memorial, and thousands of names being read at the exact time the attacks occurred; more tears and sobs, but also prayers will be heard for the brave and exceptional! Console them with song, give them your comforting hugs, and a flag of endless gratitude... that flag they died for and they truly loved; and we who are alive must remember their sacrifice by walking together and being strong! Now, those sad faces see a ray of hope, at nine, shining on them from the parting clouds; no rain, no sorrow and tears to add to their pain... only a certain feeling of ease from words that are exchanged amid the voices of children: the generation to rebuild what was torn down!