Once upon a time, not long ago,
Jimmy sat, watching his favorite T.V. show,
when suddenly the screen turned to two great towers of smoke,
with people screaming, crying, without any hope,
his mother was weeping, his father was stone,
and silence soon fell across their humble home,
it was so very quiet; you'd think them all dead,
then his father broke the silence, and this is what he said:
O'father, O'father, I hoped to never see this day,
it should be I to be laid down, withered and grey,
what is lost will not be found,
can you hear the bagpipe sound?
And the weeps lost amidst the 21 gun,
sad is the day a father must bury his son.
Many years passed and little Jimmy became a man,
with a wife, and a child, and a dark workers tan,
Now he sat at a funeral for a dear close friend,
a man whom he'll remember until the very end,
for the man followed in the footsteps, of his dear old dad,
as a police officer, and what a life he had!
Until it was ended abruptly, by a gunman gone mad,
now the poli