The Firefighter
The Firefighter Who Wore Ribbons
And here I am once again
Sitting in the fire department hall
Where I've once grown up many family gatherings before
Ive admired the plaques and murals of descendent firefighters
I always wondered what kind of bravery they had to put forth
I always dreamed of being something
Being something bigger than just a girl with ribbons
But a girl with soot and sweat from a roaring fire.
I hear the words of acceptance across the chiefs rough lips
As they hand me a radio and a fire proof suit.
I am seventeen now and I lay down my ribbons from my hair
I trade them now for a helmet and work gloves.
I hear the fire whistle and the chaos of what was once a drill
I trade my dresses in for a uniform that has been kissed by fire
A wave from my brothers and my sisters from across town
A flame of death through the building
It is my time now.
And here I am once again
Trading my dresses for a fire suit.