Writing after seeing brother officers on TV, news, and in print after 9/11 |
I remember the faces, the sadness, the fire I remember the skies and the smoke I remember the fear I felt inside my heart I remember my losing all hope If the world has not learned of its problems If the people can’t reconcile faiths If we all can’t realize that pain is no answer Then time is becoming a waste I can’t see the trees for the forest I can’t see a shell on the beach I won’t listen to notes among music I can’t see what’s given to each I know among men there are great ones That care and do right by us all I see the few brothers among me That fight; always give it their all The men I call brothers don’t sleep right They think and they dream of the truth To one day know the answer for all men they look for the burden of proof Someday we’ll all meet at the gate boys I know in my heart will be true St Peter is there with his questions And all that I know will go through One last pint I will raise with you all boys We did what we should have on earth Just one more shot of Jameson And we all know what we were worth I raise my glass in a toast, boys To you and to me, all my friends We have all done our time served our purpose On earth; just a means to an end |