SONG "That Others May Live" - Quiet Heroes Who Risk All for One Life
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“That Others May Live” is a powerful anthem honoring the everyday heroes who risk everything to save lives — from search and rescue teams to firefighters, medics, and law enforcement. Born from real-life stories of sacrifice, this song captures the heart-pounding moments, the unseen burdens, and the quiet strength that drives them forward. It’s a reminder that behind every rescue is a human heart that aches, hopes, and keeps going — not for medals or fame, but to ensure no one is left behind.
(Verse 1)
Strapped in tight, gear on my back,
Into the night, no turning back.
Sirens call on a lonely road,
Hearts are heavy, but duty’s known.
Cliffs and rivers, ice and flame,
Whispers of strangers calling my name.
I face the dark, I brave the fall,
For one small hope — to hear the call.
(Pre-Chorus)
We carry weight no one sees,
Ghosts that ride home silently.
But still we go, we stand, we fight,
Chasing life through the longest night.
(Chorus)
That others may live, that’s why we run,
Through the fire, through the flood, we become
The hands that reach, the light that breaks,
The ones who carry all it takes.
When the world falls down, we rise and give —
We break, we bleed, that others may live.
(Verse 2)
Cold steel coffins, shattered dreams,
I’ve held the lost, I’ve heard their screams.
Joyce on the mountain, voice so small,
One whispered prayer that saved it all.
A baby’s face in smoke and ash,
A brother’s hand in frozen black.
I’ve seen the end, but still I stand,
To guide them home with trembling hands.
(Pre-Chorus)
We carry weight no one sees,
Ghosts that ride home silently.
But still we go, we stand, we fight,
Chasing life through the longest night.
(Chorus)
That others may live, that’s why we run,
Through the fire, through the flood, we become
The hands that reach, the light that breaks,
The ones who carry all it takes.
When the world falls down, we rise and give —
We break, we bleed, that others may live.
(Bridge)
It’s not for glory, not for fame,
It’s the whispered thanks, the saved child’s name.
It’s hugging mine when I get home,
It’s knowing no one dies alone.
(Final Chorus)
That others may live, that’s why we run,
Through the fire, through the flood, we become
The hands that reach, the light that breaks,
The ones who carry all it takes.
When the world falls down, we rise and give —
We break, we bleed, that others may live.
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