#fireman
We risk our lives everyday
every time that we clock in,
it's our way of life and what we do
its the way it's always been.
We wake at 3 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair.
In the darkness we don our gear
Strap on helmet and boot,
as one these brothers all get up
go sliding down the chute.
We run to the truck now wide awake
and with ease we slide in,
we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din.
We race to the scene where smoke is showing
no one knows who got out,
we put on our airpacks and our masks
to talk we must now shout.
With axe in hand we enter therein
the Devils home amidst the flame,
we quickly search for everyone
boy, girl, man and dame.
The air is hot we can feel it through
the clothe armor that we wear,
but on we search through the building
till we realize we're low on air.
Another crew goes in
In their hands the hose
To find the seat of the flames
It's advancement to oppose
We cut the roof we pull the ceiling
Our hands and feet lose all feeling
We find a child we cover them up
We rush back to the door
We bring them to safety and go back in
To check and search for more
For hours the cycle repeats
Till all is said and done
The fire is out, we've done our job
This time we won
No fire is left and all are safe
We put our tools and hose away
And go back to the station
Where hopefully we'll get to stay
Our gears been scrubbed
Time to rest our exhausted bodies
We wake at 8 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair...
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
When I am all grown up
There's lots that I can be
A million different choices
And the choice is up to me
I can be a fireman
And drive a truck all painted red
I can work inside a kitchen
And make sure that folks get fed
I can be a sailor
And sail from sea to sea
I have a million different choices
And the choice is up to me
I can be a teacher,
and teach children to write
Or I can be a singer
And sing on stage each night
A footballer, a builder
or a worker in a zoo
It's up to me exactly what
job that I will do
A dancer, or a dentist
A scientist or vet
It's up to me and no one else
What kind of job I'll get
A painter, or an acrobat
A lifeguard on the beach
I can be an astronaut
And to the stars I'll reach
I can be most anything
There's lot's that I can be
There's so much for me out there
The choice is up to me
I can drive a race car
Let my imagination soar
This is just a short list
There's a million, million more
I can be most anything
There's a lot out there for me
For I am just beginning
And there's lots that I can be
An astronaut, a soldier
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC