The Hour That Defines Us
We’re committed no doubt, when the engines roll out,
as we answer an alarm.
So rally the men, ‘cause the score’s tallied when,
we’ve rescued those from harm.
‘Cause we never back down from a fire attack,
while dragging a nozzle, irons and axe...
We carry a life-saving breath on our backs,
in the hour that defines us.
From a basement below to a high-rise and then?
It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when...
The shifts are long, but our hearts beat strong
and our brothers stand behind us.
But we’re never seeking fortune or fame,
in the hour that defines us.
When disaster’s on an epic scale in the city dark
and deep, we run all night, the sirens wail,
and yet the city sleeps.
We’ll respond to a plight when the winter winds bite,
and in summer sun that blinds us.
But the minutes come tough when conditions are rough,
in the hour that defines us.
As for brothers in arms who will never forget,
there will be times that try us,
we’ve beaten every challenge met,
in the hour that defines us...
Copyright © 2016
Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2016
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