To again be young, a Firefighters Lament.
I owe it to them to remember,
Yet I long to again be young.
Young, and safe in the knowledge that
war is always far from home,
That evil never triumphs, That Firefighters
don't die like that. I told my family I had
to go, and so I did. The thought to help
my fallen Brothers, My injured neighbors,
Their children. But what they needed I
could not give...No one could.
They longed to again be young.
Young, and safe with their loved ones,
safe to complain about a bad day...
But not to know what one is.
Young and innocent, full of ideas,
and hope. Full of life.
In as much as I could I mended, and
comforted, aided and consoled.
But in the end all that was needed,
Was to again be young.
