Brothers
What do you call that
person, the one you owe your life?
What do you call that
friend that helped you in your strife?
Who is that you call
for, when dearh is knocking at your door?
Who is it you pray
for, when your knees fall to the floor?
In life we have those
few, woh we count on without fear.
They stand beside you
endlessly, and help you shed your tear.
They help face the
demons that come for us at night.
They boldly stand beside
us, beside us they stand to fight.
When they fall, we
are there, to fight along their side,
And when they fear,
we are there, to give a place to hide.
Through all time, back
and fourth, never keeping count,
We stand, beside eachother,
wherever trouble may mount,
It is this special
bond, that leads one to give his life,
So that the other one,
can return safely to his wife.
It is this relationship,
and the reasons so few can see,
That every other firefighter,
known or unknown to me,
Will be called my Brother,
and their Brother I will be.
--Author Unknown
Click exit sign to
go back