| Out on the Streets A prayer for an ambulance driver~ ~ A cruel twist of fate, a distorted twist in time... pain reaches in twist our soul, settles in the mind... the very core of who we are, and what we do each day... questions run rampant, answers often denied... you're out on the streets every day answering silent prayers of those you don't know with care to rush to their side work built through pride, for life of fellow man... there to lend a timely helping hand. You've seen the teardrops fall, now that sorrow touches home. I don't pretend I understand, at best I can only guess, nonetheless... it takes a special kind of person, to do what it is you do... A way of thinking, an ability and willingness, to do the things you do... struck from balance, peace of mind elusive... the very fate played out before, you're not alone, others have been here... they understand, and they know... they too, have searched their soul. Words seem so thin, life not always gentle, nor fair... but I hear prayers, the prayers of those with a fallen comrade, a loved one... a child... a prayer for you to come. Every day they're being said. My heart is with you, and I say a prayer for you too. I pray you find that balance again, I pray you find some peace of mind in time. ~ I could never do what you do, I thank god for people like you~ copyright @ cls June 2003 |