| Daddy's Angel of Mercy A new life had just entered the world and I held her in my arm And I made a silent promise to try my best to keep her safe from harm With big blue eyes that would set any new dad's heart aglow Never realizing as I looked at her how quickly my little angel would grow... I would watch her care for her dolls...a game she would often play And listen as she would tell them that she was there and they were going to be OK A child's game of pretend which she would play just for fun But as time went by I began to see that she would become one of God's chosen one... To give her all to those in need who's life may suddenly end An angel of mercy to a dying soul...a special person God has send Risking it all...not for glamour that so many yearn to gain But simply because of their love of others and to help to ease their pain... I can no longer protect her as she crawls inside a mangled wreck To stabilize and rescue someone who may possibly have a broken neck Or be with her as she holds an infant who will never again see the sun For now my little angel is not playing with dolls and this is no longer a game or fun... Each time I hear her roll on a 911 in my heart I silently pray That God will be by her side and keep her safe another day For He has called her and she has answered to be one of the best She is now "your little angel"...an angel of mercy with the EMS.. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I WANT TO TELL YOU LIES © Kalvere. All rights reserved I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't take her life I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn't climb I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell him lies You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five I don't want to say she won't see six, I want to tell you lies He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone It was only for a second that you left him there alone If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn And we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you, You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Firefighters Gloves A Firefighters Gloves hold many things From elderly arms to a kids broken swing From the hands they shake and the backs they pat To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat At 2 am they are filled with chrome From the DWI who was on her way home And the equipment they use to roll back the dash From the family of 6 she involved in the crash The brush rakes in spring, wear the palms out When the wind does a “90” to fill them with doubt The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow Of the face of a firefighter who mutters “What now?” They hold inch and three quarters flowing one twenty five So the ones going in, come back out alive When the regulator goes; then there isn’t too much, But the bypass valve the eagerly clutch The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars; The lives they saved never measured in dollars Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold Or, so that is what I’ve been always told But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch Those are the things we all need so much The hold back the rage on that 3 am call They hold in the fear when you’re lost in a hall They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow They hold in the desire to “Do it tomorrow” A gloves just a glove till it’s on firefighters Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter And into the fray they charge without fear At the sound of a “Help” they think that they hear When firefighter’s hands go into the glove It’s a firefighter who always fills it with love Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear And it seeps the glove and burns deep “in there” Off come the gloves when the call is done And into the pocket until the next call The hands become lonely and cold for a bit And shake just thinking of it And they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats The tears come so fast that the furniture floats They’re not so brave now; their hands they cant hide I guess it just means they are human inside And though some are paid are others are not The gloves feel the same when it’s cold or it’s hot To someone you’re helping to just get along When you fill them with love, you always feel strong And so when I go on my final big ride I hope to have my gloves by my side To show to St. Peter at the heavenly gate Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don’t wait. Thank God |
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