When the signal goes off, and he's needed to fight,
He responds without fear, knowing danger's in sight.
Whatever the order, his dispatcher cries out,
As he turns on his flashers, I hear him shout:
"Gotta run, Doll, no time for good-bye",
O I pray, Dear God, please watch over my guy.
He's gentle and loving, he's strong and he's brave,
And, forever in training for the life he might save.
Men, women, children and animals, too.
Know he will help them, or, it could even be YOU!
There are times I complain, as most wives will do,
But, soon feel guilty, knowing all he's been through.
I respect him, I need him, but -- will share him with all,
'Cause he knows that I love him, when duty does call.
I'll always stand by him, even help where I can,
For he's one of GOD'S CHOSEN -- he's MY FIREMAN.
~~by Foley~~
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