Cleveland, 1935......
the moon over Lake Erie
is drenched with crimson light
Peter, Peter, come.....to greet them
in their resting places of the night
fearless you are
and the strongest by far
redeem the butcher's dozen
from the claws of oblivion
unlike this unnamed monster,
you are not anonymous
not hiding in shadows
not nurturing the dark

there is war out there
and you are on the side of
truth and justice
dedicated to compassion
for those that were wronged and hurt
you stand as an example
to generations of your kind
a brave soldier
doing God's work
to protect the weak against
the strength of evil

there is a calm after
the storm
and tonight, I know I
will sleep soundly
for you are there
to catch my nightmare
before I begin to fall........