They may not know it,
but somewhere,
Hanging on a string,
Along with thousands of other papers,
Their names are written down,
Five young women
Who changed someone’s life.
People may not know who they are,
But when they see those names,
Written as though a kid wrote it
On that scrap of paper,
They will know,
That these young women
Mean a great deal to someone.
It may not be so,
But I’d like to think
That when written down
And clipped to the string,
These names are also written among the stars;
Forever shining bright,
Guiding those who have lost sight of their way.
Words Unspoken 