My brotherís angels

 

The whistle blew, for you were called to visit the gates of hell,

And soon we would learn the buildings had fell

We knew then our brothers were gone, now

Off to heaven you go after giving your all

Now as angelís you will spend the rest of

Your days to watch over your brothers till

They meet their days end because we all

Know in our hearts that someday they will

Give their all and meet their brothers and

Walk those pearly halls just as I have

Always known and now the rest has learned

My angel is my brother a firefighter you

See for this is the saddest lesson weíve

All had to learn so now you see I stand

Alone with my brothers angelís to watch over me

By Nicole Pote