I still smell the rotten people
that lay down at Ground Zero,
forgotten, left there for days,
probably left there to stay,
left to decay. Broken pieces of
towers left at their graves.
I pray let them be saved...
I still smell the rotten people
that lay down at Ground Zero,
forgotten, left there for days,
probably left there to stay,
left to decay. Broken pieces of
towers left at their graves.
I pray let them be saved...