The brave courageous women and men
When disaster strikes are there again and again
Never once do they ask as to what is the cost
No glory they seek nor payment they want
For hours they toil and sweat with the heat
In smoke of fire from vast forest trees
In water they drudge when floods arrive
Or in dust of rubble when structures subside
To injured in pain comfort they give
Or a hand to cling to when death is near
A lifeline, a hope that things might be right
That somehow, somewhere, someone does care
Discomfort and danger a constant companion
Never a complaint of hardship endured
When the call goes out they always respond
The brave women and men, The volunteers