Author Unknown
Submitted by: Michael Trader, patrolman with the Geneva Police
Dept. (Ohio).
Dedicated to: Ptlm William Glover. Murdered December/97 while in the line of duty.

THE SHOTS RANG OUT,
WHAT A TERRIFYING SOUND.
IT ECHOS OVER THE RADIO,
AN OFFICER IS DOWN.

IT WAS A ROUTINE CALL,
HAPPENS EVERY DAY.
BUT THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT,
THE ULTIMATE PRICE WAS PAID.

SHOOTER BARELY SEVENTEEN,
ON DRUGS AND WIRED.
NOW YOU LAY THERE WITH GUN IN HAND,
BUT YOU NEVER FIRED.

WHATEVER HAPPENED THAT NIGHT,
THAT THIS CHILD COULD HAVE WON.
MAYBE YOU LOOKED INTO HIS EYES,
AND SEEN YOUR OWN SON.

NOW THE FLAG IS AT HALF MAST,
AND I'M STANDING AT YOUR WIFE'S DOOR.
AS I EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED,
YOUR SON JUST STARES AT THE FLOOR.

NOW THEY HAVE YOU IN DRESS BLUES,
AND WE CARRY YOU TO AN OPEN GRAVE,
EVEN THE BIGGEST AND TOUGHEST COP,
HAS A TEAR RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE.

AS I PRESENT YOUR SON THE FLAG,
AND THE TWENTY-ONE GUN SALUTE ECHOS IN THE AIR.
I REMEMBER OUR PROMISE,
AND FOR YOUR FAMILY, I'LL BE THERE.

AS THEY LOWER THE CASKET,
THIS MUCH I VOW TO BE TRUE,
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, MY BROTHER,
MY BROTHER IN BLUE.