There's a little white van, with a little red light,
and a man who stands tall in the darkest hour of the night…
Yet, he’s always out of mind, though never out of sight...
Little man, steering that all important wheel,
it's hard to tell how u must feel,
when your pulse is racing and speed doesn’t thrill,
racing between life and death, every day, every minute...
and when you get there how great you must feel…
I wonder whether what you go through is ever seen.
Are you ever thanked for being the ray of hope that most often yields?
Are you ever noticed, carrying the burden behind the scenes?
Sharing the pain in tough times, feeling what they feel,
unnoticed, anonymous, you’re a hero for real…
But all the helplessness when time doesn’t yield,
all the selfless, yet thankless, hours spent at the wheel,
all the sacrifice, it ends in a painful ordeal.
Shattered, but back for more, you’re a hero for real…
thinkinginfinity
Very few people think of the unsung heroes and celebrate their contribution to our society.
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