Medic's Heart of Gold

For  S.A.D.S or  Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome.

I hear them cry out in pain,

the suffering of life without love.

Tragedy striking them down without mercy,

death in his spiteful tears takes these souls.

Opening my heart to cataclysms victims,

these tired hands pray as sweat falls freely.

Stained with blood and grief,

My passion never failing as I try to keep them alive.

Long cold hours of these days are mine,

I give to one all I can with my golden heart.

Never wanting to say goodbye,

From within this soul is a fiery desire.

Rushing forward in midst of battle,

soothing the worn anguish from the fallen.

My eyes glow with paled mercy for them.

Each time I go my spirit remains calm.

Each spirit eternally remains in my mind,

blessing the free wind with memories.

Visiting the ones that survive,

grateful songs written in the fabric of time.

Giving all they can to help,

paramedics are the lonely heroes of history.