March 19, 2012
Graphic by Billie
In Their Hands
Their daily jobs are risky,
But it is what they do.
They risk their lives for others,
Protecting me and you.
They fight fires and they fight crooks,
They fight our foreign foes.
When no fight is going on,
They still stay on their toes.
They train and wait, wait and train,
Praying they won't need it.
But danger always rears its head,
Then they go defeat it.
A simpler life, they could lead,
But that's not in their plans.
Freedom's future one could say,
Is resting in their hands.
Conspiracy Guy, 5/24/2004
aka DIF © 2004 - 2012