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| Our Hero of Blue by: Theresa Andrezywski |
| Our hero of blue has fallen A time of peace is calling For you to go with God above He'll give you wings of blue with love To send a message for everyone To remember a life and what was done A dream fulfilled of our angel in blue We honor you for the job you swore to do A promise was kept from a hero like you You put your life on the line each day To protect and serve in every way And to give you thanks we will do our part to share your message And to keep you in our heart |
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| The Monument by: Sgt. George Hann, LAPD |
| I never dreamed it would be me My name for all eternity Recorded here at this hallowed place Alas, my name, no more my face "In the Line of Duty" I hear them say My family, now, the price will pay My folded flag stained with their tears We only had those few, short years. The badge no longer on my chest I sleep now, in eternal rest My sword I pass to those behind And pray they keep this thought in mind I never dreamed it would be me And with heavy heart and bended knee I ask for all here from the past Dear God, let my name be the last |
| Somebody Didn't Make It Home by: Richard Frawley |
| Under the cover of night, They're paid to fight For what is good, and wrong and right Somebody didn't make it home today. They kiss their families, and their wives Kiss the kids and risk their lives Somebody didn't make it home today. They work each day out on their own But as of tonight, a new star has shown Somebody didn't make it home today. So with your family shed a tear Hold them close. It's what we fear Somebody didn't make it home today |
| New Beat by: Cecil Wingo |
| An angel He directs to find For each his own kind For those that have gone before To lead him now, to the new shore. An officer angel did lead the way A fellow officer to his new day The officer's new beat found To God's own officer's ground. |
| Don't Forget Your Blue Ribbons Unknown |
| Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow. I an the diamond's glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand on my grave and cry I am not there. I did not die. |