Tribute to the One Behind the Badge
Nobody knows what goes through my mind
As I’m pinning my badge to my shirt
I pray that my shift will be quiet, and smooth
But if not, at least no one gets hurt…
I pray that I don’t meet the person whose mind
Has been turned by the scandalous few
Whose out of turn actions while wearing the badge
Makes people distrust what we do.
I wonder if they’ve seen the officer who
Stopped traffic to let someone by
Or who went to a home to deliver bad news
And did that, with a tear in his eye
One who rescued a deer from a bridge in a storm
Or bought shoes for the homeless man’s feet
I wonder if they know we’re folks just like them,
Protecting them, walking a beat
Preserve and protect, put my life in harm’s way
That’s the path that I’ve chosen to trod
To know I’ve given my best, at the end of the day
Or when I’m called to stand before God
When that roster is called for the very last time
I pray my badge number is one
Of the ones who made something better in life
By something that I’ve said or done.
No, nobody knows what goes through my mind
As I’m pinning my badge to my shirt…