Courage

One day my son asked me, Dad?
What does courage mean? At first I simply answered,
No fear of certain things.

Then in that same instant,
I looked across the street, I saw my neighbors running
and jumped up from my seat.

As I ran out the front door,
I saw what had torn their lives, The house that they
had built and loved, Was burning before my eyes.

We quickly called the firemen,
And the minutes seemed like years, Then they came from
everywhere, To battle our biggest fears.

They swiftly set up their weapons,
And clad their armor in a flash, Then they faced the
dragon, A monster of fire and ash.

They boldly rushed into the flames,
To face the devil and pick a fight, Risking the very life
they held, For another on that night.

No one was trapped inside that home,
But a life was still at stake, For they have seen many
homes lost, And have seen many hearts break.

So once again they fight their enemy,
A War they can never win, For if they win the battle, The
devil runs to burn again.

But while the devil was in that house,
they walked into his lare, Facing his evil Talons, With
water and a stare.

They saved my neighbor's home, And the
houses all around, They then cleaned their weapons, Letting
their aromor fall to the ground,

It wasn't until the morning, That I
realized what all had taken place, When I went into the house,
I saw the scar of the devil's face.

That is when I turned to my son, And
answered his question again, Now a wiser man I said, When you
think of courage, son, Think always of the firemen.