A Precious Life

I dream of a life,

Where I can help the helpless,

I dream of a life,

Where I can save the precious,

Where a gun in my hand,

And a badge displaying my status,

Can show the bad people,

That I’m far from an actress.

FBI it will state,

And FBI I will yell,

I’ll crack down on cases,

Forget sitting down for a spell.

And yes it’ll be stressful,

At times even hell,

But it’ll be worth it,

To give their family a much needed farewell.

I want to help others,

Who cannot help them self,

And help punish the criminals,

Who leave victims on our shelf,

It will be work,

It will be hard,

Yet I cannot wait,

A dream I won’t discard.

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