Among us, sent down from Heaven

Are those that walk a Thin Blue Line, that's a given

Like Guardian Angels to watch over me and you,

Are those that wear the uniform of blue.

We see them only as traffic stops,

We do not call them friends, only cops.

We pray we never have a chance meeting.

We never pass along a greeting.

But they are so much more than this,

They simply do not see the world as bliss.

But they look into the corners of our deepest fears,

They walk the beat, they wipe a tear.

They bring a message to our home,

When all is not well, and you are alone.

They come to us, no matter the need.

Handle the problem, complete the deed.

They lay their personal feelings aside.

They do their job, they have great pride.

And if one should fall, among life's thing.

The badge they wear turns into wings.