Sixty-seven White Roses

Everyone of you died a hero
I can see your spirits hovering above Ground Zero
As I join the procession in the solemn ceremony
And I hold up my bouquet of white roses in your memory
A bouquet of Sixty-seven white roses
For sixty-seven British souls
Innocent souls of our dearly departed
The martyrs of 9/11.

Then I saw a single white rose
Like a white bulb of light glowing in the darkness
And I reached out to touch it
But it faded before my very eyes
Leaving me standing speechless
With nothing left in me but only the memory of you.
Now I know you are happy to see me here
Laying the wreath of sixty-seven white roses.