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By: Marc A. Turner Copyright © 2000
The past several months have been quite a slow go
Like watching from afar a mystifying show
The nights and days have become just a blur
A hellish nightmare from which one can’t stir
Then without any knowledge of how it could be
The blur goes away and we start to clearly see
A strength from within holds us up for the fight
With a warm inner peace, our soul becomes light
When a Police Officer dies, there are some guaranteed things
Most surely of which is that their badge turns into wings
Wings of an Angel that they will now be
Not confined by the body, their souls to fly free
If they could talk to us now, they would likely just say
Remember me often at least once a day
When you feel warmth surround you, as you lay down at night
Know that it’s me, saying I’m ok… it’s alright
They may be gone from our sight, but not from our heart
Making ready for us, when it’s our time to part
Together again… we will all someday be
Giving strength to others, because now… we fly free.
01/23/02
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