We risk our lives everyday
every time that we clock in,
it's our way of life and what we do
  its the way it's always been.
  
We wake at 3 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair.

In the darkness we don our gear
******* helmet and boot,
as one these brothers all get up
go sliding down the chute.

We run to the truck now wide awake
and with ease we slide in,
we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din.

We race to the scene where smoke is showing
no one knows who got out,
we put on our airpacks and our masks
to talk we must now shout.

With axe in hand we enter therein
the Devils home amidst the flame,
we quickly search for everyone
boy, girl, man and dame.

The air is hot we can feel it through
the clothe armor that we wear,
but on we search through the building
till we realize we're low on air.

Another​ crew goes in
In their hands the hose
To find the seat of the flames
It's advancement to oppose

We cut the roof we pull the ceiling
Our hands and feet lose all feeling

We find a child we cover them up
We rush back to the door
We bring them to safety and go back in
To check and search for more

For hours the cycle repeats
Till all is said and done
The fire is out, we've done our job
This time we won

No fire is left and all are safe
We put our tools and hose away
And go back to the station
Where hopefully we'll get to stay

Our gears been scrubbed
Time to rest our exhausted bodies

We wake at 8 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair...

You've never really wanted to live
Until you've folded your arms
In their carefully pressed blazer sleeves
Until you've stood alone
Feet planted on artificial ground, unshakeable
Until you've scanned across the smoky city skyline
Through a floor-to-ceiling window dotted with rain
Until you've had your breath stolen
Not by the vertigo of the skyscraper's top floor
But by the sheer determination that this city--
It will be a kingdom again
And you, its ruler.

My Titanic’s slowly sinking
The mighty horns are blowing danger         danger
And the iceberg’s in my soul
No way now to read the charts
That might have found a safer route

Launched with golden expectations
To set new records on the wires
Steady progress, ever forward
Mindful of the precious cargo
Forging through the troubled waters

Then a squall blew from the north
All the maps were obsoleted
Other captains took the helm
Said they’d be sailing by the stars
But only they had eyes to see them

Battered by the winds of evil
Banners flapping in the gale
Sent a message of confusion
Warning help to stay away
Praying that it still would come

As the ocean laps my ankles
All the lifeboats are long gone
Every hope has washed away
And I must learn to love the water
That will be my final home.
LJM

Tell me where to go, let me know where is the place I will grow. Show me your plan and help me to make it done.

They tell you to let go of your past
So you stumble & instead stress about your future
They tell you to live in the present
So you live care-free & adopt the sloth culture

They tell you to force yourself to be happy
So you go out and drink one too many
They yell at you to keep your eye on the prize
So you force quit all your feelings, be it any

It's more than okay, we are always learning
This is how we process things, this is how we change
But once try telling yourself, to embrace all that's returning
Because perfection is attained only by the truly deranged

Did you encounter doing something however you don’t know why you have to? Asking yourself if you’ll fit together with those individuals who had picked that path and you left hanging to the question “What do I want?”

Elderly folks says follow what you want because that’s the only way to revel hardships of your life. (Obviously because you wanted what you are doing)

But what can elders says when you are doing things that you don’t know if you want it or should I say that isn’t the thing you are into.

That the reason you are there is because you have no other choice but to choose someone’s choice or else suffer to nothing.

They left you no other options but to accept the fact that you have to deal with it.

In the midst of my coming of age,
I lost myself.
What was once a one-way street is now a crossroad in the heart of the fields.
24 eyes staring at me from all directions,
waiting for my next step,
I'm waiting for my next step.
There are no signs of where the paths will go
nor signs of how much miles the road was
but I'm letting my heart take the lead.
For in the midst of the trip or maybe at the end of the road I know,
I will find myself again.