A PART OF AMERICA DIED...
Somebody killed a policeman today
and a part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried at his side.
The suspect that shot him will stand up in court
With counsel demanding his rights,
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids
And spend many a long lonely night.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too,
Just as if he'd gone off to war.
Though the flag of our country won't fly at half mast,
To his name they will add a gold star.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today
In your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind closed doors,
A cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street,
And he stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call
Of himself he gave all,
AND A PART OF AMERICA DIED.