Walking In Their Shoes
Unless you have walked in my shoes don't say you understand
If you've never fought a battle in a foreign land
Or if you're called out to a fire and then when you arrive
You learn it was your neighbor's house and you're told no one survived
When a cop gets a call about a speeding car
He pulls up on a deadly scene and he knows who they are
A call comes in to dispatch about a missing child
Your heart starts pumping faster as your thoughts are running wild
Then you soon discover that the child has been found
A small lifeless body lying face down on the ground
So each case may be different but one thing is the same
We have one thing in common & PTSD is it's name
Copyright © Joye Atkinson | Year Posted 2016
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