The burning towers drive him into war
as I imagined lying on the tarmac in protest

How dare you all give him something bigger than himself

How dare you light a fire in his heart
A fire that makes the fire in mine seem dim and small

And there he goes again, driving us all to keep hope alive
To voluntarily open the doors to let it all start again
(or is it involuntary?)

His dad cries and cries and cries again
as I hold him and stay silent
except to write and dream
and pray
and find a way to stay strong and alive

Let the fire in my heart match
and overpower
any ill will,
any harm,
any darkness

Let the fire in his heart keep him safe

Let the wings of angels protect him
and remind him of the reasons to come home.