(Cathy Fink)
Chorus:
And I know, my name could be there
And I feel, the pain and the fear
And this human love and passion
Do not make us all the same
We are counted not as numbers but as names
A patchwork of thousands of precious names
There must be someone there you know
Woven together in a quilted frame
The names the loved ones won't let go
We grieve for the lovers and the families
And I pray they'll meet again some day
But until that time I will carry the flame
As their numbers grow we'll not forget the names
A lover, a carpenter, a father, a friend
A sister, a minister, a man
Each quilted piece holds a memory
Each memory helps us to go on
(as sung by Roy Bailey)