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
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.