It’s not just the weight of the turnout gear or uniform,
You carry the world like it’s something you were born for.
The burden of sadness, running into the madness.
Your aim to care, perhaps to save, but always to be there.
You answer the call, minutes pass, you give your all.
What others would fear, you exclusively draw near.
The answers unknown, you doff your clothes and go home.
There is never enough time, for yours or for mine.
Our families, they know, when we’re called we must go.
We collect ourselves all the same,
Same mindsets, long days, same name.
First responders, we have what it takes.
The risk assessments, chaos management, high stakes.
For us, it’s not just a job, it’s a calling.
Afraid to call out, not afraid of falling.
We know what happens when we’re not there,
When one is lost, it’s a cross that we bear.
In moments of crisis, we hear the cry for help,
We put our training to the test, we do our work well.
Say a silent prayer when you turn in for the night,
Lest you forget, it’s for you we fight.
Never forget we train to serve,
Especially the calls when we’re lost for words.
We will always do our best
There’s no greater purpose than putting ourselves to the test.
Mind Over Mayday 
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