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He wore his badge with honor and respect,
For twenty two years on the streets his duty he would never neglect.
Many a poor soul he gave a warning and a break,
And many had listened to the words that he spake.
 
He was given the nickname Chance by those who ran the streets,
For wanting everyone to get an even break especially on his beat.
He would not tolerate excuses from those who would not learn,
And second chances from him were hard to earn.

Mommas would tell him of bad things their kids would do,
In hopes that he could help them through the troubled times they all go through.
And chances are he'd set them straight,
And sometimes he would show them the consequences, and say it's up to you to change your fate.

Then one day tragedy struck and his life that day it took,
And this little community now torn apart, forever shook.
They tracked him down and brought him in,
To let the courts decide the fate of this mans sin.

Just a teen who got scared and had a gun,
Was now at the mercy of the court for the crime he had done.
A plea of guilty with tears in his eyes, he said I'm sorry, I just got scared,
He poured out his heart, his soul he bared.

He said I found the gun it wasn't even mine,
I was showing it to a friend when Officer Chance walked up behind.
I remember seeing his badge that is all I know,
And hearing the blast as I was handing it to Chance, all I did was let it go.

I ran out of fear and the sight of his blood really made me scared,
I never intended no harm and this is one person I wish God would have spared.
The jury returned nearly as quick as they had gone,
Not Guilty, let this be a hard lesson you've learned, and another chance for a new future,
Chances' last words “grant this child a new dawn.”

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