(written by Tracy Conklin)

He was a good man
Gentle and kind
One which everyone knew and loved
Everything about him was good
The good of what he did
And the good of what he represented
Then one day all the goodness was taken away
Who suffers the most; surely not the murderer,
But the family of the murdered
Our lives will never be the same
For that day, when an officer was killed
A father I truly loved
My life has never been the same
Since the good man was killed