by Sgt Marc A. Turner
I wonder why, I do this job and daily risk it all
I’ve got but a split second to make the fateful call
I wonder why, he had the knife and charged with hollow eyes
I stopped that threat, he‘s dead now, but it’s me who slowly dies
I wonder why, they say the things about me like they do
With no idea who I am or what I’ve just been through
I wonder why, they fill the news with people hating me
They never ask me what went on or what just did I see
I wonder why, when it’s the cop who ends up dead
That TV preacher never shows, no not a word is said
I wonder what they’d think, if they spent time in my shoes
It’s easy to criticize when it’s not their life to lose
I wonder if they ever thought, they might someday be
The victim of a crime, injured, dying, crying out for me
I wonder why, I ‘d risk my life to be right at their side
I guess because, I am a cop… sometimes I wonder why.