Somebody killed a police officer today,
And part of America died.
The piece of our country he swore to protect.
will be buried along with our pride.

The criminal that shot him will stand up in court,
With counsel demanding his rights,
While a young widow must work,
And grieve many long, dark, empty nights.

The beat that he worked was a battlefield too,
Just as he'd gone off to war.
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast,
his sacrifice we will never ignore.

Yes, somebody killed a police officer today,
This police officer put his life on the line.
While we slept in comfort behind locked doors,
A felon he sought to confine.

Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street,
And he stands at a new rookies' side.
He answered the call, of himself he gave all.
And part of America died.....