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.