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A FIREMAN'S PRAYER


Brother when you weep for me Remember that it was meant to be
Lay me down and when you leave Remember I'll be at your sleeve
In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl
On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know
In cellars hot with searing heat At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide You know I'll be there at your side
The House from which I now respond Is overstaffed with heroes gone
Men who answered one last bell Did the job and did it well
As firemen we understand That death's a card dealt in our hand
A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway
That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor
For we know that we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there
So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I knew throughout the years
As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through.
Author Unknown