A Firefighter's Poem
He Stares in the Face of Death
Without a Second Thought
to Save That One Special Life
That He So Bravely Sought
He Has Walked as Close to
"Hell on Earth"
as Any Man Could Do
and He's So Proud of the Job He Did
for People He Never Knew
He Puts His Life on the Line
Every Time Duty Calls
Always Doing What Needs to Done
Without Even a Pause
He Is a Fireman
With Overwhelming Pride
Never Afraid to Take a Chance
When Saving Someone’s Life
Often He Says
"It's My Job"
but We Really Know
That He Is Very Special
and Always Ready to Go
So When You Hear the Sirens Wail
or See the Flashing Lights
Stand Aside and Look with Pride
He's Going to Save a Life.

Brother When You Weep For Me
Brother when you weep for me
Remember that it was meant to be
Lay me down and when you leave
Remember I'll be at your sleeve
In every dark and choking hall
I'll be there as you slowly crawl
On every roof in driving snow
I'll hold your coat and you will know
In cellars hot with searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be there at your side
The House from which I now respond
Is overstaffed with heroes gone
Men who answered one last bell
Did the job and did it well
As firemen we understand
That death's a card dealt in our hand
A card we hope we never play
But one we hold there anyway
That card is something we ignore
As we crawl across a weakened floor
For we know that we're the only prayer
For anyone that might be there
So remember as you wipe your tears
The joy I knew throughout the years
As I did the job I loved to do
I pray that thought will see you through.

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