Names (Cathy Fink) A patchwork, thousands of precious names Must be someone that you know Woven together in a quilted frame; Names the loved ones won't let go CHORUS: And I know my name could be there And I feel the pain and the fear And as human love and passions do not make us all the same We are counted not as numbers, but as names. We grieve for the lovers and the families And I pray that they'll meet again some day. But until that time I will carry the flame As the numbers grow we'll not forget their names. A lover, a carpenter, a father, a friend, A sister, a minister, a mom Each quilted piece holds a memory Each memory helps us to go on. DS
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!