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Medics Lament
We started down this road we all take
To help someone, a difference to make
But there were things, they were left untold
The pain our hearts would be forced to hold
We went on calls, to help fellow man
To touch, to help, that was our plan
But the horror of it all became too much
Pain and death leave us cold to the touch
The violence, the shootings, it all seems so senseless
But here it keeps coming, just so damn relentless
We work and strive til it numbs our senses
Leaving our souls completely defenseless
The death of a child, abused by a man
His father it seems, we can’t understand
With all of this cruelty of humanity
Some of us begin losing our sanity
Some give up and leave this job
Not willing to let their soul it rob
They move on with life, on to other things
Leaving behind the pain this job brings
Others strive on, in perilous hope
Trying to find, the best way to cope
Some turn to the bottle, they turn to drink
Hoping the booze will let them not think
Some turn to drugs, the needle or weed
A place to hide where there was no need
They hide their problems, they manage to cope
Till next time it hits them, they return to the dope
And some of us have no such luck
Some sink into the mire and muck
Depression sinks in, their soul it doth take
One fateful day a decision they do make
They decide the pain they no more can take
The pain the horror the endless heartbreak
They reach for the gun, their own lives they end
Not caring which way their souls they do send
The lucky ones, they look for help to mend
A partner, a confidant, a very close friend
Someone to talk to, their burden to share
Someone who will listen, someone to care
All of you out there have seen this I share
We must strive for each other, always be there
To help someone else, to make a difference
And fight like hell against the indifference
Jerry Dinsmore
February 5, 2007
We started down this road we all take
To help someone, a difference to make
But there were things, they were left untold
The pain our hearts would be forced to hold
We went on calls, to help fellow man
To touch, to help, that was our plan
But the horror of it all became too much
Pain and death leave us cold to the touch
The violence, the shootings, it all seems so senseless
But here it keeps coming, just so damn relentless
We work and strive til it numbs our senses
Leaving our souls completely defenseless
The death of a child, abused by a man
His father it seems, we can’t understand
With all of this cruelty of humanity
Some of us begin losing our sanity
Some give up and leave this job
Not willing to let their soul it rob
They move on with life, on to other things
Leaving behind the pain this job brings
Others strive on, in perilous hope
Trying to find, the best way to cope
Some turn to the bottle, they turn to drink
Hoping the booze will let them not think
Some turn to drugs, the needle or weed
A place to hide where there was no need
They hide their problems, they manage to cope
Till next time it hits them, they return to the dope
And some of us have no such luck
Some sink into the mire and muck
Depression sinks in, their soul it doth take
One fateful day a decision they do make
They decide the pain they no more can take
The pain the horror the endless heartbreak
They reach for the gun, their own lives they end
Not caring which way their souls they do send
The lucky ones, they look for help to mend
A partner, a confidant, a very close friend
Someone to talk to, their burden to share
Someone who will listen, someone to care
All of you out there have seen this I share
We must strive for each other, always be there
To help someone else, to make a difference
And fight like hell against the indifference
Jerry Dinsmore
February 5, 2007