first responder
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Fire engines race to scenes I can only imagine
While I wait and hope someday to be among the battalion
I watch from my seat as the crowd files in
The widow and children sobbing with grief
They knew the end was near, that you were sick, yet still it's a shock
To the most important people you knew, I'm a stranger
He’s on her mind
each time he goes;
those nights she lies awake.
She knows he may never come home.
A furious fire.
Smoke pervades the night sky.
Sirens scream, he runs in.
I run into the smoky pit
To fight the monster bit by bit
Its fiery rage bears down on me
But in the demon's eyes I see
The weakness that he tries to hide
Are the axe and hose at my side
