Fire Fighters
Put down the gun
Take a step off the ledge
Come into my words;
I’ll take off the edge
Of living in a world
So thoughtless and cold
It makes one feel sad-
Sad and very, very old
To think of a child
Weeping at night
It tears at the heart
Kill you; it might
To think of a teen
Exposed and frightened
To taunts of cruel peers
Who are so unenlightened
Fight on, fire fighter
Put out the flames that start
On the tongue of a thoughtless fool
And end on your poor heart
And remember that those
Who start the heat
Are hurting as well
It’s just harder to see.
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