Brothers, when you weep for me
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave
Remember I'll be at your sleeve.
In every dark and choking hall
I'll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow
I'll hold your coat and you will know.
In hot cellars in searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be at your side.

The house from which I now respond
Is over staffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell
Did the job and did it well.
As firemen we understand
That death's a card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we're the only prayer
For anyone that might be there.

So remember as you wipe your tears
The joy I know throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do
I pray that thought will see you through.

Author Unknown