HEROES GONE 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 at 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 through tout the years As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 04:12:39 +0000
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