THE BATTLEFIELD AT GROUND ZERO
An Army of people coming together
Sifting through the ashes and dust;
Weak and worn from total destruction
But still they do what they must.
Driven by fear, faith and hope
As they search for a sign of life
But the battleground shows no mercy
For shed tears, suffering and strife.
Faces of agony and voices of pain
Seeking answers from God above;
The painstaking feat of fighting the battle
In search of someone they love.
Another hour, another minute
On the battlefields of ground zero.
God bless each soul in the Army of people
For they are our country's heroes.