Fireman

by brittany uren   Jan 17, 2007


The flames are roaring
the fire is Burning
and the little child inside is dieing
who knows who
or what this child is
but it's my job
to save his life
for is he young
or is he old
but his cry
are really slow
will he die
or will he live
who the hell
are you to know
you don't go inside to help,
to risk your life for someone else
so are you deaf or are you just dumb
go become a fireman

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