Stop The War; but what war am I fighting?

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Now this gave me the extra boost to go to work.
I'll make room for this on my locker door. Heh.



The Last Alarm
My father was a fireman.
He drove a big red truck and when he'd go to work each day
he'd say, "Mother wish me luck."
Then Dad would not come home again till sometime the next day.
But the thing that bothered me most
was the thing's that some folks would say,
"A fireman's life is easy. He eats and sleeps and plays,
and sometimes he wont fight a fire for days and days."
When I first heard these words,
I was too young to understand
but I knew when people had trouble
Dad was there to lend a hand.
Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye
but little did we realise that night we would all cry.
My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below
and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life for someone he didnt know.
But now I truly realise the greatest gift a man can give
is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live.
So as we go from day to day
and we pray to God above
say a prayer for your local fireman.
He may save the ones you love.

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