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Friendly Streets
The streets here are friendly
No one has any fear
There won’t be any weapons
Or danger anywhere near
You won’t have to hurry
Or run after anyone
You won’t need nerves of steel
As you wonder if they have a gun
You won’t feel the asphalt
Of a hot and tiring day
You don’t need to stay alert
As you walk down danger’s way
You won’t wonder if your family
Is wondering where you are
You won’t hear sirens screaming
As you drive a roaring car
You won’t have to feel alone
As you wonder what to do
In a split second
When it’s all up to you
You won’t see a blazing fire
Raging on all the floors
Of a building where people are crying out
As you run from door to door
But now you walk upon the streets
Made of finest gold
Where soon you’ll be seeing again
The ones you wish to hold
The streets here are friendly
No one has any fears
For death has died
And is no more
And gone are all the tears….
By Randy Stahla
Dedicated to those who have fallen in the line of duty and their family, friends, and fellow officers.
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