Yet once again the Thin Blue Line is dimished,
an officer's final tour of duty is finished.
"Officer down", it's our greatest fear.
and once again, I hold back a tear.
They patrol in the state, county, city and town,
in uniforms colored white, green, blue and brown.
The shape of their badges may vary,
but it's a symbol that they all proudly carry.
They leave for work with a kiss goodbye,
but some don't come home, no matter how hard they try.
To uphold the law is the job that they pick,
with such high aspirations, why must some die so quick?
They leave behind loved ones, family and friends,
after their lives have met tragic ends.
Some die in crashes, others hearts not too stout,
too many have been lost when gunshots ring out.
Our Heavenly Father has called them home,
no more these dark streets do they roam.
Through trial and error they have given their best,
please Lord, now grant them eternal rest.
Yet once again the Thin Blue Line is dimished,
an officer's final tour of duty is finished.
"Officer down", it's our greatest fear.
and once again, I hold back a tear.
Officer Name: For all fallen officers
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