Winter Patrol

Another night on patrol In this winter quiet, this winter cold Breathing frosty air upon a midnight shadow Yet nature’s soul is oh, so mellow Does one dare to stir up the night? Fill it with anger and tempt it to fight? Before the morning dawn comes forth Will there be a knock upon someone's door? One will be wanted, by order of the State Because the beating of a mother, age twenty plus eight For a crime like that, no excuse should exist But should it be handled on a night like this? The county still sleeps on a December night With no fear of evil or full hearts of fright So alas, my county, sleep well until tomorrow For my mercy in the morning, will not be borrowed