Come on now,
Come some how.
Keep that pace ,
Finish the race.
Feel the burn,
Make the turn.
Take the pain,
Pride's the gain.
Is it for me?
It's not for you.
Why do I run?
Not for fun.
Why do I strive?
Making sure I survive?

No. To prove to Myself that I am alive.

Raise your right hand for Queen and Country,
To protect life and limb, and whatever your company.
The tunic is pressed and the boots are bulled,
A future of Justice the weak have been culled.

March out of the line to the front of the hall,
Warrant card gripped standing proud and tall.
Today is the beginning of your 35 year tour,
Wearing the blue a civilian no more.

The training begins as the class will teach,
How to understand the laws and oppose those who breach.
Take up your cuffs and baton with hope,
Strike to defend not the head or the throat.

Now you're ready to stand up my Son,
For what is right and just not always what's fun.
You may lose some people and friends on the way,
But you can look in the mirror after a long  hard day.

The fight against crime will never be done,
The war wages on a long way from won.
And 7 years in since called to the test,
I always parade on to do my best.

I turn up each day for this city I love,
I'm accompanied on duty by God up above.
Colleagues have died doing what they believe,
What's right and just locking up killers and thieves.

The villains will rage on but burn out in time,
But they will be held by the thinnest of lines.
Unpopular as we are sometimes remember,
We will fight always for you the good...and never surrender.