When I hear the sirens and see the lights
What do I see as I watch them fly by.
I see my sister in her car.
Bruised and scared. Ringing in her ears.
I see my father, disoriented, and dazed.
Trying to comprehend. What just happened.
I see my uncle. Stuck and tears streaming down his face.
Wondering if this is the end.
I see my brother. 8 years old.
Bleeding and crying. Glass in his hands.
I see my mom. In the back of an ambulance.
Wondering if she's going to be alright.
I see my friend driving with his lights and sirens on.
Rushing to save a life. Doing all that he can.
I see my grandfather. Slamming on his breaks.
Leaving his squad car not believing what he sees.
He's in the pond pulling a man free.
I see my coworkers. Risking their lives.
There's to much smoke, all they can hear is screams.
I see them running into burning buildings.
Into gun fire. Not knowing what's on the other end.
I see them begging and pleading.
Watching as they jump from the ledge.
I see the late nights. Praying that everything will be alright.
These are the things that I see.
When I hear the sirens and see the lights.
