The bush was like a tinder-box
From a summer free of rain
The unrelenting westerlies
Quickly fanned the flames
And with every pa**ing hour
The flames were burning higher
Thousands faced destruction
At the mercy of the fire...
The burning walls of fury
Were only matched by the resolve
Of the fathers and the mothers
Of the daughters and the brothers
Saving strangers who would never know their names
They are the heroes of the flames
In the bush and in the suburbs
We watched the tragedy unfold
For every tale of courage
A thousand went untold
Battered and exhausted
Caked in dirt and sweat
Relentless in the battle
Saving others from the threat...
There are some who stand no longer
Who paid the highest cost
We salute them
And we mourn their loss