A thankless profession

A thankless profession at times.

Moments of your life that seen so sublime and then it's those moments that your mind rushes back into time.

The one that you couldn't save.

The one that you couldn't change.

You run towards the fire and thoughts remain after.

It's interesting to see how much they love you but for the ones that answer the call in the moments that bodies began to fall.

We are one it doesn't matter if we have a hose or a gun.

Every day we prepare not to return to our own.

While media throws a blanket on us all that we all are one in the same, televising blame.

Yet, I still remain.

I believe in the greater good, no matter the hood.

A thankless profession indeed and we do not do it for the fame, but we go in the name.

I shall remain.