They dread the pager or the call, their heart becomes a grave.
Their loved one called out again, to extinguish or to save.
The shower was hot, the food was served, they were about to eat,
their loved one has gone, the food goes cold, sadness and loneliness they greet.
Worry and Hope, a battle rage, within a proud heart, for important
things are happening, they must be brave and smart.
They know the drawbacks of the job, they accept them in their stride,
knowing their mate may save a life, has given them lots of pride.
The raging fires, the gusting winds, God, preserve them from that fate,
Please Dear God, Help me, to be reunited with my mate.
