My dad is a fireman..
He works hard all day. In a very special firehouse, not too far away.
He crawls down halls, and knocks down walls, in buildings old and new.
To help save people's lives, and their belongings too.
He doesn't mind the summer sun, or winter's bitter cold, because it is a fireman's job to be so very bold.
I hope dear God, you're watching.
Be it twelve or six or three, or whenever my dad is working Lord, bring him home to me.