Gifts

I see the lights,
Flashing red,
As far as the eye can see,

Slowly moving,
Across the land,
All in honor of me,

I don't quite understand,
Why so many people came,
All I call my brothers,
Though I do not know their names,

They all cry tears,
As if they had lost,
There oldest dearest friend,

They tell my family,
How brave I was,
And how too soon I saw the end.

Some cry out,
Why do we give all,
To a public,
Who only cares if were there when they call?

They say we sit around,
And watch T.V.,
And do nothing all day,

And gripe,
When we run a call,
saying our trucks are in their way,

But when they need us,
They call and we respond,
To whatever there emergency,
without hesitation, we respond.

But as I listen,
I see in the croud,
Why I gave everything,

A little smile,
so full of life,
My heart begins to sing,

She holds the hand of a mother who,
Will never forget the man,
Who gave her a gift, one firey night,
And spoiled the devil's plan.

The father holds,
The other hand,
With tears in his eyes,

Thankful,
For the firefighter,
Who heard his daughters cries,

It is then that I remember,
Why all these people came today,
They came to say goodbye,
To a brother gone away,

I do not feel,
Worthy enough,
To take all of their praise,

I was just another,
Responding to the call,
Like so many other days,

We all take risks,
Every call we run,
We all give all we must,
And get the job done.

When life is what,
Is at risk,
We all put aside our fears,

And when one life,
Must be lost,
We trade, ours for theirs,

So some call us heroes,
Others will never see,
The gifts that are given every day,
By firefighters just like Me.


-Bman