Through a Fireman's Eyes

The call comes through in the dead of the night,
He leaves his wife and babies alone,
She lays in the silence and prays in the dark,
"Please God just bring him home."
And I know she tries to understand, but I'll bet sometimes she cries.
He asks God why this child had to die as it lay there in his arms.
The sound of Christmas bells this year was just replaced by the fire alarm.
Call it what you want to, you're free to criticize,
but I've seen it from the inside, this is life through a fireman's eyes.
I've heard the age-old story of getting paid to watch T.V.,
and the bravest thing they'll ever do is rescue kittens out of trees.
But let the smoke be cleared, and the tale they'll tell, is this job is not what it seems.
He's your guardian angel who will walk into Hell, to save a stranger he's never seen.
So call it what you want to, you're free to criticize,
but I've seen it from the inside, and this is life through a fireman's eyes.

Author, Jeff Lifer

                     (Brother of Capt. Rick Lifer, Fruitport (Michigan) Fire Dept.