5am the whistle blows, He says "I'll see you later" 
He's out the door and on his way to help another stranger.
 He doesn't care how old or young, what gender or what race, It's something he just has to do he feels that it's his place. 
He does it not for money or fame, He does it to help others, He says "this could be my place, my kids, or my mother". God put him here for reasons only he could know, But I believe it is because he has a tender soul. A calming touch, a stern voice, a love for fellow man, It makes him what he is today, He is My Fireman.

Author: Stacy Stickler