Bobby Taylor had a dream When he was but a lad That one day he would be A firefighter like his Dad He didn't want to write hit songs Or be a movie star He didn't want to stitch up wounds Or travel near and far One bright September morning Some planes came into view And crashed into the Towers Number One and Number Two Smoke rose high into the sky While people screamed in fear And Bobby knew his father's truck Would soon be racing there Bobby waited all day long For Dad's familiar call "Son, I'm home. Come on outside We're going to play some ball." The night grew dark and Bobby knelt To say his bedtime prayers Clutching tight to Mommy's hand He whispered through his tears "I know my Dad's not coming home 'Cause it is much too late I know he died a hero And stands at Heaven's gate And Lord, I swear when I grow up And things are not so sad I'll strive to be the kind of man That I had for a Dad" Now Bobby Taylor is a man But he still has a dream He doesn't want to drive a bus Or play on any team He doesn't want to study law Decide what's good or bad He just wants to be A firefighter like his Dad Cynthia Helen Gullage   Submitted By: NULL