Is there anything different from anyone else in me?

Do you see fatigue in my eyes?

The smudges on my face,

tell you I've just come from a terrible place.

Where ashes are still smoldering, smoke continues to rise?

There is pain for innocent people,

I don't bother to disguise.

I'm devoted to saving other peoples' things and my friend,

let me tell you, I'm not for gain.

I don't get paid for this deed that I do

but it makes my day,

knowing I've helped save a child or two.

From losing their home and

all they love and

maybe being sent to heaven above.

I want you to know

you can count on me, to do all I can,

Because I am proud to be -