for her

I’ve done this thing a thousand times before,

Looked death in the face,

I’ve been to that place.

This time it’s different, its not the same;

I know that girl, those little shoes, spin and twirl,

Unfurling kilt, the one she wore;

And in that split second she was no more.

~

We pipers played Amazing Grace,

A tune set in key of G;

In honor of her namesake, heard;

From mountain, to hill, through valley.

~

We marched alongside Her casket,

In the bitter winter cold,

In time we’d learn the story,

Of how Her’s was to unfold.

~

Our eyes did pour out rivers,

Tears streaming, to our chest,

We marched onwards, to the resting place

In time, we do our best.

~

You already know the trouble,

The sorrow of our pain,

Listen closely with your heart,

& always when it rains.

~

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