When I Hear The Sirens
When I hear the sirens…I panic.
It’s the cops out on their morning call,
Saving the good guys and punishing the bad.
Oh yes they deserve their credit, but here I am
Hoping they do not find them in time.
When I hear the sirens...I shudder.
It’s the firefighters out on their evening job,
Controlling the heat and saving the trapped.
Oh yes they deserve their recognition, but here I am
Hoping the flames continue to burn.
When I hear the sirens…I weep.
It’s the paramedics out on their night run,
Healing the injured and caring for the sick.
Oh yes they deserve their praise, but here I am
Hoping their treatment does not work.
When I hear the sirens…I close my eyes
To remember all those I panicked for;
To recall all those I shuddered for;
To mourn all those I wept for.
But no one will do the same for me.
Here I am hoping the flames continue to burn...Copyright © 2005- MarcusObal. All rights reserved.