Justice

I closed them gently those eyes of blue
and wept inside , for her years to few.
The call came thru as domestic dispute,
the father came thru as one of ill repute.
Such a little child , so fair of face,
an innocent victim of an unfair fate.
As her father was cuffed and put away,
I grimly drew a line where she lay.

Where were her angels? Where was the law?
A life was stolen without just cause.
I questioned my job , my purpose in life,
that night I wept over sleeping babies and wife.
And under a sky as blue as her eyes
I swore to my God to stand by her side.

A Mother was weeping over an angel gone to sleep,
While her father walked once more the streets.
I stalked him Like a hunter gone after prey,
I never forgot him day after day.
A year has gone by and my day has come
To find if my work will be undone.

My heart is lighter as I placed a red rose,
I think she's smiling beside God's throne.
I've said Goodbye , my heart is at rest,
I've done my job as I do best .

Goodby little angel 'til next we meet
When God calls us from that final sleep.

--Unknown--