Our Fallen Brother

Robert Lightfoot (as written in the C.O.P.S. magazine)

As I held him close,
I began to cry
Wondering and hoping,
our friend would never die

I could see the whites of his eyes,
as he held me tight
The wind whisped through his hair
as we saw the light

He cried no more
as we fell to the ground
His one single tear,
Would never be found

Cry not my friend,
God will take you on home
The Angles in Heaven
shall not be alone

You're safe and well,
as a child to his mother
You will always be remembered as...
OUR FALLEN BROTHER