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NYFD
My hands are bleeding,
So I cover all that I touch with blood,
Leaving trails of deception and portraits of betrayal
Dripping off into the ocean.
I could wash my hands clean,
But I still won't be innocent.
I could pray to God,
But then where would I be?
Just another restless heartache
Clogging the streetways,
Screaming for something to finally believe.
All the poetry in the world
Couldn't heal a broken soul,
Won't bring back all those.
Still, I sing it every day.
And the words in my head,
Oh, the passion
Inside me, burning with the pain ...
Still, I can't make it go away.
After a lot of thinking and searching, I decided to titled this "NYFD," after the New York Fire Department. I have a deep fondness for firefighters, since I know quite a few, and this just made me think of the ones that were lost. It takes a lot to be in that line of work -- those men give up everything to save people they don't know. Firefighters, in my eyes, are some of the few true heroes left in this world. They deserve to be honoured and cherished.