Over the Lights and Sirens
Pound in my heart, the ache in my head.
It was a moment of action, they might be dead.
I knew it finally, this was my chance.
Flew down the street, quickly advance.
Badges on arms, my heroes arrived.
Fire and smoke, who could have survived?
I watch them.
Like saviors from God, they sacrifice life.
They go in and fight, for child and wife.
A quick collapse happens, like the roar of lions.
Their pass-alarms can't be heard, over the lights and sirens.
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