Nine. Eleven.

Manhattan almost made me swoon for love
the only time I saw her from the air.
That was many years before the day
the towers fell. I’ll live another age,
and then I’ll rise above her one more time.
I’ll recognize the slender bands of light
that radiate from Gotham's foremost wound.
Manhattan gives the world one more surprise:
Two towers fall. Three thousand towers rise.

Two towers fall. Three thousand towers rise.
There’s each of you who ran to save a life;
there’s each of you who knelt to say good-bye.
Two towers fall. Three thousand towers rise.
The searchers and the mourners found the mark
where mysteries of love and loss entwine.
Two towers fall. Three thousand towers rise.
No wisdom and no words to say my peace
but I know what I know: this holy ground
withstands infernal heat,and light abides.
Two towers fall. Three thousand towers rise.