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He is the man that as a child that is lost is comfort.
He is a psychologist.
He is a marriage counselor.
A police officer wears many hats for each call he answers.
He is the man when we see others doing wrong are fast to say "Where is a Cop when you need one" but when it involves ourselves we think "Don't you have anything better to do".
He is a guardian angel to the weak.
He is a husband, brother, son, and father.
A man that knows each day could be his last day, and yet he still does his job.
A man that is in a thankless position and still sees the rewards of his proffession with each case that he was able to help. A Police Officer is the United Nations of what we like to call a civilized society.
To me this is the best way I can describe a Police Officer.
Children in the schoolyard
Watch the play
Elders in wheelchairs
Waiting day by day
The National Anthem
Plays in the back ground
Assuring all people
That we are around.
We Wear Blue.
~
Some see us as enemies
Others as friends
Yet we’re loyal to all
Our work never ends.
We teach those children
About gangs, guns and drugs
And also those elders
About how to avoid thugs.
We Wear Blue.
~
We are not black-hats
We don’t want to kill
Our choices are made for us
By those who can’t chill
Judges we’re not
That’s misconception
We all pray to God though
To guide our decisions.
We Wear Blue.
~
The stress is a burden
We try not to take home
For if we don’t balance
We find our wives gone
And we all know colleagues
Who resign due to pressure
And those who have died
We will always remember.
We Wear Blue.
~
As the New Year rolls in
There are more LEO’s than ever.
Protecting our public
From the petty to the terror
The new Millenium
Has changed the face of the world
But the Constitution and Bill of Rights
Will always be upheld.
I Am Proud…To Wear Blue.
Lord, I ask you to be with me
In a very special way
As I face the challenges
That come my way each day.
Please give to me compassion
For the innocent I see
Help me to protect and serve
Those who depend on me.
When duty calls to danger
I will rely on you
To give me strength and courage
And help to make it through.
And when my shift is over
Thankful I will be
That you have been the unseen guest
Walking next to me.
Cops are human (believe it or not) just like the rest of us. They come in both sexes but mostly male. They come in various sizes. This sometimes depends on whether you are looking for one or trying to hide something. However, they are mostly big.
Cops are found everywhere-on land, on the sea, in the air, on horses, in cars, sometimes in your hair. In spite of the fact "you cant find one when you need one", they are usually there when it counts most. The best way to get one is to pick up the phone.
Cops deliver lectures, babies, and bad news. They are required to have the wisdom of Solomon, the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel and are often accused of having a heart to match. He's the one who rings the doorbell, swallows hard and announces the passing of a loved one; then spends the rest of the day wondering why he ever took such a "crummy" job.
On TV a cop is an oaf who couldn't find a bull fiddle in a telephone booth. In real life he's expected to find a little blonde boy "about so high" in a crowd of half million people. in fiction, he gets help from private eyes, reporters, and "who dun-it fans". In real life, mostly all he gets from the public is "I didn't see nuttin'".
When he serves a summons, he's a monster. If he lets you go, he's a doll. To little kids, he's either a friend or a bogeyman, depending on how parents feel about it. He works "around the clock", split shifts, Sundays and holidays, and it always kills him when a joker says, "Hey, tomorrow is Election Day, I'm off, let's go fishing."(that's the day he works 20 hours).
A cop is like the little girl, who, when she was good, was very, very good, but, when she was bad, was horrid. When a cop is good, "he's getting paid for it." When he makes a mistake, "He's a grafter, and that goes for the rest of them too." When he shoots a stick-up man he's a hero, except when the stick-up man is "only a kid, anybody could of seen that."
Lots of them have homes, some covered with ivy, but most of them covered with morgages. If he drives a big car, he's a chiller, a little car, "who's he kidding?" His credit is good; this is very helpful, because his salary isn't. Cops raise lots of kids' most of them belong to other people.
A cop sees more misery, bloodshed, trouble, and sunrises than the average person. Like the postman, cops must be out in all kinds of weather. His uniforms change with the climate, but his outlook on life remains about the same; mostly blank, but hoping for a better world.
Cops like days off, vacations, and coffee. They don't like auto horns, family fights, and anonymous letter writers. They have unions, but they can't strike. They must be impartial, courteous, and always remember the slogan "At your service". This is sometimes hard, especially when a character reminds him, "I'm a taxpayer, I pay your salary".
Cops get medals for saving lives, stopping runaway horses, and shooting it out with bandits (once in a while his widow gets the medal). But sometimes, the most rewarding moments comes when, after some small kindness to an older person, he feels the warm hand clasp, looks into grateful eyes and hears "Thank you and God bless you, son".
A cop's wife is a woman who is married to a man who is "married" to his job, his partner and his badge. A cop's wife can usually be found cooking breakfast at midnight, picking up his uniforms at the cleaners and spending nights alone.
A cop's wife must be a good listener, not questioning him. She must be understanding when he goes out for a beer with his buddies, doesn't feel like taking her to the movies, or has an exam to study for.
A cop's wife must live with shift work, lonely holidays, bad jokes, ulcers and alcohol, bulletproof vests and fixed incomes. She is used to words like rape, robbery, assault and child abuse. She is familiar with night school, stakeouts, overtime and being on her own.
Most women are not born or raised to be a cop's wife; it is something that they have chosen to do. Some can and others cannot. She will spend each day learning, listening to and loving a man that few people respect and most others often hate.
A cop's wife makes beds, breakfasts and love to a man who spends more time with junkies, hookers, informants, pimps and partners than he does with her. She attends dinners, meetings and sometimes funerals.
A cop's wife watches the man she loves grow old before his time, watches him become cold and unfeeling, but she will remain his friend, wife and lover. She will always be these things to him, but she also knows that he will always be first, A Cop.
When a cop's wife kisses him as he leaves for work, she will make a silent wish that he will return to her. And every time there is a knock at the door, she will pray that it is not the Chief of Police and her husband's partner coming to say kind things about her husband, how brave he was, how dedicated he was.
Being a cop's wife means lots of trust, love and worry, but when he says "I love you", it makes it all worthwhile.
To my church have you been true?
The policeman squared his shoulders and said.
"No, I guess I ain't because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a Saint."
I've had to work most Sundays
and at times my talk is rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help
though at times I shook with fear,
and sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand"
There was a silence all around the throne where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne you burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell"
The department was all astir, there was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time. After months of seemingly endless amounts of classes, paperwork,and lectures we were finally done with the Police Academy and ready to join the ranks of our department. All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges. As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still anxiously awaiting our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the lay person, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect."
It was then that he walked in. A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle, he had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that make you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you. He had a reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city. He had been on the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend. The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him. When he spoke, even the most seasoned officers paid attention. It was almost a privilege when one of the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days. But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away. He was respected and revered by all who knew him.
After my first year on the department I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time. When he did speak to them all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you hero? I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like, then you can call yourself a real policeman."
This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times. Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to. Some believed it referred to the taste of your own blood after a hard fight. Others thought it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work. Being on the department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything. So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. When he looked down at me, I said, "You know, I think I've paid my dues. I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else. So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?" With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero." When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies," and walked away.
The next evening was to be the worst one to date. The night started out slow,but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous. I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight. However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself. After that, I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter. I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55, five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house. I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch. I looked again but it was not my daughter as I had first thought but merely a small child about her age. She was probably only six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet. She was clutching an old rag doll in her arms that looked older than me.
I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing outside her house at such an hour by herself. When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face. I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day. I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.
She said, "My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up." My mind was reeling. Now what do I do? I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window. As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood. I kicked open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but unable to find one. I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.
It was then I heard a small voice from behind me, "Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up." I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived but they said it was too late. She was dead.
I then looked at the man. He said, "I don't know what happened. She was yelling at me to stop drinking and go get a job and I had just had enough. I just shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head."
As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl. In the five minutes that has passed, I went from hero to monster. Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking daddy away too.
Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl. To say what, I don't know. Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy. But as I approached, she turned away and I knew it was useless and I would probably make it worse.
As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different,just maybe that little girl would still have her mother. And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.
It was then that I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I heard that all too familiar question again, "Well, hero, what do they taste like?" But before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded the surface and there was a steady stream of tears cascading down my face. It was at that moment that I realized what the answer to his question was. Tears.
With that, he began to walk away, but he stopped. "You know, there was nothing you could have done differently," he said. "Sometimes you can do everything right and still the outcome is the same. You may not be the hero you once thought you were, but now you ARE a police officer."
First he takes ... the oath.
Now look at all he takes:
He takes... it in stride when people call him pig.
He takes... time to stop and talk to children.
He takes... your verbal abuse while giving you a ticket you
really deserved.
He takes... on creeps you would be afraid to even look at.
He takes... time away from his family to keep you safe.
He takes... your injured child to the hospital.
He takes... the graveyard shift without complaint because it's
his turn.
He takes... his life into his hands daily.
He takes... you home when your car breaks down.
He takes... time to explain why both your headlights have to
work.
He takes... the job no one else wants--telling you a loved one
has died.
He takes ... criminals to jail.
He takes... in sights that would make you cry.
Sometimes he cries too, but he takes it anyway because
someone has to.
If he is lucky, he takes retirement.
He takes... memories to bed each night that you couldn't bear
for even one day.
Sometimes, he takes a bullet.
And yes, occasionally he may take a free cup of coffee.
Then one day he pays for all he has taken, and God takes
him.
Please remember that the "he" in all this represents all
police officers, both men and women who have served and
are serving our cities and their citizens we have all sworn to
protect.
God bless ALL cops everywhere!
Oh almighty God,
Whose great power and eternal
Wisdom embraces the universe,
Watch over all Policemen and
Law Enforcement Officers.
Protect them from harm
In the performance of their duty
To stop crime,robberies,
Riots and violence.
We pray, help them keep our streets
And homes safe day and night.
We recommend them to your loving care
Because their duty is dangerous.
Grant them your unending strength and
Courage in their daily assignments.
Dear God protect these brave
Men and Women,
Grant them your almighty protection,
Unite them safely with their
Families after duty has ended.
Walk with them tonight,
Dear Lord,
along each darkened street...
Walk with them tonight,
Dear Lord,
along their lonely beat...
Keep them happy through the night
and please make sure they are warm and guide
them to a sheltering door in case there comes a time
of storm...
And let them know though they're not here,
my prayers are free from fright...
Because,
Dear Lord,
I,
know so well you're on their beat
tonight.
A special kind of woman.
A cut above the rest
Always rating her
among the very best.
How many goodbyes are shouted
without a fond embrace.
As duty steals her man away
for the dangers he must face.
How many meals are ruined
or tender moments disturbed.
All for the call of loyalty
to which her man must serve.
She can push the mower,
or paint a room in need.
How she can stretch a dollar
is a miracle indeed.
She's a mother, a lover,
a chauffeur and a nurse.
A living symbol of the phrase
for better or for worse.
Rich is the man indeed...
That become this Woman's life.
Honey, I know what you do is no easy job,
dealing with the scum that steal, kill, and rob.
Just wanting to help and to protect and to serve,
but you don't always get the respect that you deserve.
When you put on that vest and start to walk out the door,
I'll kiss and I'll hug you and then I’ll kiss you once more.
I'll tell you to "be safe" and say "I love you",
and that I'm proud of you and the job that you do.
I know you face danger each and every day,
and I have to deal with that in my own way.
At times it's not easy, that I'll admit,
but I just want you to know, I can handle it.
I know what you do can put our love to the test,
but of all of them out there, I know you're the best.
Knowing that is what puts my mind at ease,
I trust your wisdom and your expertise.
My mind may wander and my thoughts may roam,
But there's one thing I know, and that's that you're coming home.
So when you leave for work and you see me smile,
Know that I know, you'll be seeing me in a little while.
And when I hear that door open and you walk back inside,
I'll hug and I'll kiss you and I'll smile with pride.
I know its not always easy, yes this is true,
but it's all worthwhile when I hear you say " I love you"
Honey, I know what this job means to you,
and I also know what all the stress can do.
I want you to know that you mean the world to me,
and that I'll try each day to be everything you need me to be.
I know I can't possibly know all that you go through,
but know that I’ll always be there and I’ll always love you.
I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time
I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight
I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies
You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids
I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did
You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside
I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies
You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes
I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind
You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes
I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies
I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke
If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke
Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive
Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies
I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't take her life
I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife
You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive
I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies
You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time
How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn't climb
I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine
I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies
I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain
Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train
I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life
I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell him lies
You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun
Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done
He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone
It was only for a second that you left him there alone
If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive
But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies
The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn
And we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned
Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive
But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies
You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five
I don't want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies
But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through
And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you,
You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine
I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies
Dedicated to all the Police Officers, Firefighters, EMTs, Paramedics, Emergency Flight Crews and all civil servants who deal with the tragedies of life and death. The saddest of all, being those that involve children, and could have been prevented. Wear your seat belts... Keep poisons, flammables, fireworks, etc. out of reach of children...Keep your smoke alarm in operating order, if you don't have one, get one...never, ever drive if you've been drinking .. never leave your toddler unattended...teens, be responsible drivers, obey all traffic lights, posted limits, warnings and signals at RR crossings ... keep your guns locked out of reach, buy a trigger guard.... Protect our children, they are our future... Am I preaching? Am I nagging? I guess I am just telling it like it is.... Or I could just tell you lies.
Peace Love and Light
Kalvere
Copyrighted to Kalvere. Do not reproduce in any form without the author's express permission. Kalvere, the author, is from Minnesota and would welcome any comments at the following email address: KalTheRebel@aol.com
I will lay down my life for you and expect nothing but love in return.
I protect my officer with my life, and would glady take a bullet in his place.
I am sent in to find lost children and fugitives on the run.
I find drugs and weapons and even bombs.
I am the first sent in and sometimes the last to leave.
I am the nose and ears of my officer.
I protect and serve him.
I would die for him and for you. I only ask for compassion and a kind word.
The facts of the matter... are really quite simple.
The knowledge of why is what eludes us for now.
A reason for everything...will be given when needed.
But all that we know, is the when, where and how.
The reality of life can be so suddenly final.
Thoughts and the world start to slow and get blurred.
Next thing you know, time has no meaning.
Emotions are flowing... so easily stirred.
Surrounded by loved ones... but alone in the crowd.
Enveloped by memories, mixed with jiggers of pain.
We cry for the good and the bad times we shared
One tear at a time from the grief well we drain.
Every tear that is shed is a step towards serenity.
Each drop is a part of a burden relieved.
As day fades to night... we look to the heavens
Searching for signs that our prayers are received .
Then after the talks, the cards and the tears
We are left with ourselves and a bundle of nerves.
As sure as it's time, that will help fill the void
It's the tears that will give us the peace we deserve.
When I think of you, I smile and my thoughts drift away
Then reality's chill brings me back, to the heat of today
As time has gone by, one would think it would ease
The pain should go away, like dry leaves in a breeze
The numbness of shock, like a shot of Novocain
Saved me from dealing and protected me from pain
But as it wears off and pins and needles come back
The reality of each day becomes a full-blown attack
I am not the strong one that everyone says I am
I put on a good act, but in truth it's a sham
I am hurting inside and at times get so damn mad
I wish I could hold you, smell you, feel what we had
We had something special that I thought would last forever
I realize now life is always changing, just like the weather
But know... you are part of me; I'll always love you
No change of the forecast... can make that not true
I know that new storms will be coming my way
Missing you so, is the price that I pay
But it's worth every penny, to have had you in my life
Your joy and your love; I was proud to be your wife
So I pray to the God that took you from me
To give me guidance, strength, and to please help me see
I tell him it was you that made me become whole
And I thank him for sharing your love and your soul.
We answered the calls just as they'd come
A man with a knife, two more with a gun
Fights that broke out in back alleys and bars
Chasing down felons in fresh stolen cars
My partner and I were always ready for hell
We watched each others' back, we did it quite well
We've been shot at and missed by thugs selling rocks
We've been battered from rooftops with garbage and blocks
The word on the street was we'd take no guff
The skells would say we were fair but damn tough
Yup, ready for anything I always said
Never surprised... until I learned he was dead
See my partner worked overtime he needed more pay
He had two little boys and a girl on the way
No it wasn't a robbery or a felon on the run
He just stopped a kid, to say be careful, have fun
But the kid on the bike was high on cocaine
Now my partner lay dead, a bullet in his brain.
I miss him real bad, he thought just like me
When I'm walking my beat, his face I still see
Every call he is with me, still watching my back
His voice reminds me, don't ever slack
Take nothing for granted, keep on your toes
Cause, when's YOUR shift end...? One never knows.
I heard a voice from across the room...
and caught a glimpse of gold on blue
I heard the news reporter say...
it’s doubtful he’ll pull through
I heard the cries from family
as they held each other tight
I heard a gasp... from everyone,
when they announced he lost his fight
I heard... as long as there are Heroes
who stand the Thin Blue Line
There will always be a need...
to cut the stone... just one more time...
I heard the radio crackle
with shaken voices filled with fear
I heard the noise of silence...
when there’s nothing more to hear
I heard the beating of my heart...
like distant warning drums
I heard his voice from long ago...
say... take it as it comes
I heard a cheer and someone said
they got the perp in cuffs
I heard that TV preacher say
they treated him too rough
I heard a stranger mumble I know him,
he would never do those crimes
I heard his criminal history...
arrested only 19 other times
I heard the stories and the tales
of how it all went down
I heard the talk from different sorts...
sending rumors all around
I heard the cries for punishment...
echo through the justice hall
I heard the tears of Heroes...
as they replayed that final call
I heard one more sound...
it will never leave my mind
I heard the cutting of the stone...
as they chiseled one more line
I heard the stone cutters...
as they taped out a little frame
I heard the grinding of the granite...
as they added... one more name
I heard him say... he’d done this
one too many times
I heard him... as if confessing,
there are just too many lines
I heard him as he finished
and polished down the stone
I heard him say... just to himself,
another Hero is now home
I heard that it will happen...
and all play out again too soon
I heard that on the stone...
there will always be more room
Another soldier fell today
Not fighting in Iraq but
Fighting in a war that has been going on much longer
Another soldier fell today
CNN will not cover the story
This soldier just as important if not more important
fighting in a war much closer to home
Another soldier fell today
How many people will know
A true hero died trying to protect our own
Another soldier fell today
A true hero in my eyes
Not fighting in a foriegn land but here at home
It was not the enemy that was fighting to protect their country
But an enemy trying to take something that did not belong to them
Another soldier fell today
May God Bless him, his family, and friends
These are true heros who do not fight for fame and fortune
But fight to protect the citizens of our land
From an enemy that looks just like us
Another soldier fell today
How long must we fight this loosing war
A war against crime on our own streets
Against an enemy that keeps coming back
Another soldier fell today.....
Author: Carrol Graves
A tribute to DEPUTY PHIL BILLINGS.... EOW 4/6/03
Printed with the permission of Deputy Kreg Costa
Broward County Sheriff's Office
I am a policeman's friend,
and, he is my friend too!
Every time we get together ---
It's like our friendship starts anew.
He must go when duty calls,
I know not if he will return.
Someone may shoot him --- he'll be gone!
Alone - again, my heart will yearn.
For no one else can take his place,
Again I'll have an empty heart.
Again I'll hope some other cop
Can come and we can start
The same thing all once again ---
A friendship as no other.
The only one who understands
is none other than his mother!
~Written in memory of BPD Ofc Mark A. Stall on 14 November 1999 by Rev. Ruben J. Schmidt, DD~
Our shoes have never touched
That I know of at all,
But our minds have touched often,
Even when to duty you they call.
A police officer's assistance,
never giving a thought
to the life-giving duties
whether stolen or bought.
They may not want a ticket
though they sped much too fast,
And, even through the red light
without so much as a side glance cast.
Here comes a cop car with a K-9 inside,
not so much as a whimper, a growl, or a bark
The K-9 jumps out and continues pursuit,
Till the speeder does no more than offer to park.
And here comes the officer not knowing what to expect,
Will there be a stand-off to dirty his shoe,
Or will the speeder give up quietly without a word,
To the guy who has caught him, the man in the blue.
He no longer wears blue nor drives a cops car,
And, if you don't know him nor see him in blue
you'll think "he's not a cop, so why should I fear",
But when he alights and you see
him, his shoe.
You KNOW he's a cop -- though he is in plain clothes,
And to prove that he is, he shows you his star,
And, the next thing you know -- he has you inside,
For you have done the wrong,so now your window's
got more than one bar.
These are some of my thoughts,
though our shoes have not met
as our friendship continues growing,
A relationship I will never regret!!!
The things that I hide...
are kept way down deep inside.
Scared to bother, wanting to please...
making sure no one can tell and that no one sees.
Not saying the things, that need to be said...
but instead letting it all keep piling up in my head.
Keeping a smile under it all...
always trying to stand up proud and tall.
Forcing a laugh, while holding it all inside...
knowing that someday I can no longer hide.
Keeping the secrets hid so deep...
hiding so no one can see me weep.
Not scared that they’d see me when I’m wrong...
but scared they’d see me when I’m less than strong.
At times I start to let things slip out, but never them all...
because I’ll close back up, and once again put up that wall.
A silence comes over me, words will cease...
thoughts flooding my mind, just trying to find peace.
I feel nothing but emptiness, I do nothing but stare...
there’s no anger, no hate, it’s just like nothing is there.
It’s like being emotionless, it’s hard to explain...
there’s just nothing inside me, not even pain.
I go off alone, deep down in my shell...
thoughts in my head that I want to tell.
Questions and answers all swirling around...
my eyes close tight as I begin to feel my heart pound.
I know I’ll get through it, I’ve been here before...
I know I can pick myself back up, once more.
Someday I’ll understand, I know the answers will be there...
until then I’ll just keep trying my best, to trust and to be fair.
My hope is that someday, I too, can be understood...
because if given the chance, I know that I could.
The only thing I’ve ever wanted, the only thing I felt I never had...
is just a heart that can understand me, even when I’m sad.
It’s not so much the words that are spoken, but the eyes that say it all...
it’s the heart that can understand me, that will finally tear down my wall.
As sure as the wind, no matter what and no matter where...
someday that heart will understand me and finally care.
Then, and only then, will the things that I hide...
no longer have to be kept, way down deep inside.
Way down deep inside...
...are the things that I hide...
Trust in me my friend, for I am your comrade.
I will protect you with my last breath
When all others have left you
And the loneliness of night closes in,
I will be at your side.
Together we will conquer all obstacles,
And search out those who wish to do harm to others.
All I ask of you is compassion,
And the caring touch of your hands.
It is for you that I will unselfishly give my life
And spend my nights unrested.
Although our days together
May be marked by the passing of the seasons
Know that each day by your side is my reward.
My days are measured by
The coming and going of your footsteps.
I anticipate them at every opening of the door.
You are the voice of caring when I am ill,
The voice of authority when I have done wrong.
Do not chastise me unduly,
For I am your right arm,
The sword at your side.
I attempt to do only what you bid of me.
I seek only to please you and remain in your favor.
Together you and I shall experience
A bond only others like us will understand.
When outsiders see us together,
Their envy will be measured by their disdain.
I will quietly listen to you
And pass no judgment,
Nor will your spoken words be repeated.
I will remain ever silent,
ever vigilant, ever loyal.
And when our time together is done
And you move on in the world
Remember me with kind thoughts and tales,
For a time we were unbeatable,
Nothing passed among us undetected
If we should meet again on another street
I will gladly take up your fight,
I am a Police Working Dog
We are the guardians of the night.
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