To those that seek and those that care

Who bathe in fire to break despair,

Let praises ring, their heroics climb,

To be exalted through all of time.

With spirit fierce, untamed unbowed,

They rise so high above the crowd,

With voice of thunder loud, clear and true,

Confronting injustice, they’re one of a few.

Not for them to sit on their hands,

To be a spectator in comfortable lands,

But to stand up for what is right,

To take up such a righteous fight.

Oh hands that work with steady pace,

With love and caring upon their face

Through toil and pain, through dream and deed

They deliver the help that some desperately need.