A Fireman's Confession
By Cope
I didn't go the the station this morning, I laid here in my bed I couldn't force myself to work today. The pain was just too strong, knees weak, voice cracked, I couldn't bare to rise. The safety of the people, shall not weigh upon my chest. Today, safety is lost, Those of lives infinately missed. Contemplation now begins, weighing deep upon my soul, Contemplation of right and wrong, Of fear and danger, Of pain and loss. Do I risk my life? As did my brothers of yesterday. Should I allow someone the chance, to take away my life at a glance? Can courage prevail? My brothers are lost, For them I must go on. And with such sadness and pain? What doesn't kill U.S., Makes U.S. stonger. We must go on, no quitting now. Time for change in our nation, Time to unify the world. Tragedy as this must never happen again. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 12:00 PM PST 0 • 9
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