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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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