The bunch of flowers lay on the grave The words inscribed their We can only save The working policeman always the brave
The man was only 24 so young to die but he believed in a noble cause All the people lined the streets and how many times must our children brake the laws Three teenagers stabbed him with knives like swords but they weren't knights they were cowards whose lives and up bringing meant they blamed society who shut their doors Who can save them from themselves only pawns on a chess board made in hell to show the future only blood now pours The biggest tragedy of all concerned will wake up next morning while the dead in their coffin turned and the wars will go on till the thugs are in jail cells and children take account till the last black crow caws.