Brother when you weep for me

Remember that it was meant to be

Lay me down and when you leave

Remember I will be at your sleeve

In every dark and choking hall

I will be there as you slowly crawl

on every roof in driving snow

I will hold your coat and you will know

In cellars hot with searing heat

At windows where a gate you meet

In closets where young children hide

You know I will be there at your side

The house from which I now respond

Is overstaffed with heroes gone

Men who answered one last bell

Did the job and did it well

As firemen we understand

That deaths a card dealt in our hand

A card we hope we never play

But one we hold there anyway

That card is something we ignore

As we crawl across a weakened floor

For we know that we're the only prayer

For anyone that might be there.

So remember as you wipe your tears

The joy I knew throughout the years

As I did the job I loved to do

I pray that thought will see you through

Author: L. Lipps